Her Master's House

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The Bathroom Scene Parts I-III/VI

Part I/VI

Jackson flipped his keys casually in and out of his palm, one long-finger in the ring, his large thumb catching and releasing the metal slips as he walked around the marble-slabbed island to the dishwasher. He nodded as he glanced inside the steel-fronted door and saw that blue cup listing contentedly in the top bin. Good. He often appreciated Lisa’s attention to detail; this was one of those times. He strode to the refrigerator, surveying its brimming contents. He nodded again. He enjoyed having a full fridge, which Lisa was also good at keeping. It made him feel rich, which he was. Jackson smirked - really it was a subtle sign of his wealth, of his control – over his environment, of his woman. No, he corrected himself, over Lisa, which was far, far better…For example, without lifting a finger, he never ever ran out of Guinness. How nice was that? Very very nice. He took one of the black, hourglass bottles out and tipping the door shut with his polished, black shoe, he used his key ring to snap off the lid. He tossed the keys and the lid on the counter - she could get that later - and, strode into the TV room.

Lisa’s eyes met his immediately. He assessed her quickly as he took a long, deep swig – the thick beer icing down his gullet, chased by that bitter after-taste he cherished – she was wide awake, sitting bolt upright on the dark, buttery leather sectional they had chosen together a month ago. His eyes narrowed as he looked for the little tells…had she cheated? Another icy pull and another, closer inspection – she had not laid down – her clothes and hair were perfect. Her knees were pressed together, her hands in a knot in her lap and there was a slight sheen of perspiration across her top lip – all indications she had followed all of her instructions to the letter.

She had to twist her neck to follow his progress across the room to stand behind her. His voice was soft as he drank his beer, his other hand in his pocket, his jacket pushed back from his waist, putting his hips in beautiful relief, “Whatchya watchin’?”

She smiled and whispered, “I have no idea. I lost track a couple of hours ago.”

His voice moved to disdain, “That fast, huh? Hmmm…what are we gonna do with you, Leese?” But, he was bending down to her, his lips brushing her cheek, taking the sting out of his words, his broad hand scooping along her jaw, his thick fingers in her hairline the way she loved. She reached for him, her lips parting, preparing to suck him into a deep, welcoming kiss – and, he slipped the empty beer bottle into her palm as she moved her hand up his jacket front. “See if you can pay attention long enough to take care of this. Then get your ass to the downstairs bathroom.”

Lisa stared after him as he turned on his heel and strode from the room. She could hear his shoes snapping on the tile – each metallic shot vibrating through her – then, quiet. He must have reached the bathroom. She shivered in anticipation, her panties already moist - How did he do this to her? Like this? She did not allow a sound but her mouth formed the word “Fucker” as she willed herself to her feet and tossed the bottle into the kitchen trash. She noticed his keys and the lid on the counter and sighed. He did that on purpose. Her lips moved again, though partially hidden by her hair as she disposed of the lid and placed his keys on the hook by the computer, “Fucker, Fucker, Fucker.”

Lisa shook her head, distracted - thoughts already dwelling in that small cramped bathroom with Jackson and he was there, his hand like a vise on her upper arm, jerking her up and nearly off her feet so they were nose to nose. Lisa whimpered as her bladder creaked within her; she had almost wet her pants. “What are you doing, Lisa? I thought I told you to watch your fucking mouth.” His hand twisted cruelly on the soft flesh of her arm and she flinched, “No. I was on my way. I-“

Jackson glowered and turned, snatching her after him, his grip almost bending her humerus. She scampered along with him, her bare feet slipping on the tile. His tone was scathing, “I, I, I…it’s all about you, isn’t it Lisa? Well, we’ll just see about that. Perhaps you have forgotten the way to my downstairs bathroom in my beautiful house. Let’s see if this jogs your memory.” They reached the doorway of the small lavatory under the stairs and he tossed her inside but did not follow her in. She fell hard against the wall and slipped down it briefly before bouncing up to her feet and leaning against it, panting. She thought she saw a flicker of respect in his eyes but then it was gone and his expression was void once again. She didn’t dare look at the toilet but she longed to. Her full bladder sloshed inside her guts. Instead, she kept her gaze on that beautiful, horrible face and waited. His voice was deadly, “Do you remember how to get here, Lisa?” He pointed with one long, blunt finger around the small room as if introducing her to it for the first time.

She nodded. He continued, leaning against the door-jam, his arms crossed on his chest now, his erection straining against his pants, “Do you think you can find your way back here all by your little self?” He used a belittling baby voice on the last words. She nodded again. Once. A tight jerk of her chin.

He moved in a blur – into the bathroom, clamping down on her arm again, and jerking her off the wall, snarling at her as he hauled her back through the foyer and around the corner to the kitchen, “Perfect. Let’s test that theory, shall we?” He shoved her against the countertop next to the trashcan and held her face in his hand, the other clenched on her arm, “Consider this your one repeat Lisa. The night’s so young and you’ve used it up already…” He bit down on his bottom lip, a nasty parody of empathy playing out across his expression, “You have my sympathies…” He backed away from her and turned once again, leaving her behind, his order echoing and reverberating in the cavernous foyer, “Get. Your ass. To the. Downstairs. Bathroom. Now.”

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Part II/VI
Lisa hesitated only a moment and then went after him at a trot. As she rounded the corner into the hall by the stairs, she could hear him pissing. The sound made her gasp as her urethra burned in response…she had to go so bad. She clenched her abdominal muscles and walked to the doorway and peered in. He spoke over his shoulder, finishing and flushing the toilet, “Huh. Will wonders never cease. You found it after all…” He smiled wickedly and gestured towards the flushing toilet, his finger twirling in a downward spiral, “All that water, right down the drain.” Lisa felt the burn again as her eyes slipped to the toilet of their own accord. It was mesmerizing…certainly as he intended it to be.

But, his hand was gentle on hers as he pulled her the rest of the way into the little room and slipped the pocket door closed behind her. He pressed against her, flattening her against the door and leaning his forehead down to hers. His expression was soft, eyes sleepy-lidded, his mouth full and promising. She tried to focus on his words but her bladder pressed inside her and his hands were moving up and down her body, softly, deftly; his voice baritone, silky, ”Ever since we got off the phone earlier all I’ve been able to think about is you, you know that?” She wanted to answer with a kiss but didn’t dare. She wanted to pee but couldn’t. She wanted to hit him and wanted to fuck him and wanted him to force her into both. He raised his eyebrows as he looked down at her – meaning very clear, why was she keeping him waiting…he had asked her a question after all. She shook her head, not hazarding to speak.

He nodded and skipped his lips across her cheek, nuzzling her ear, “It’s true. Thinking about you. Hoping you would follow my directions…knowing you would. You know I have faith in you, right Leese?” She nodded immediately, trying to control her breathing as his fingers curled around the edge of her skirt and began slowly pulling it up, his palms and wrists rubbing along her thighs as he moved the soft fabric. “Yep. And, I arrived home to you in exactly three hours, didn’t I?” Another nod. “And, you followed my directions beautifully, Lisa…that hardness about the bathroom, that was just for fun, you know that right? I’m actually very proud of you…you do what I ask of you so good, Leese.”

Lisa felt herself blush under his praise, his attention, his hands shifting around her hips, his knee pushing between her legs. She whispered into his cheek, “Thank you. I want to.”

He chuckled as he pressed his thigh up against her crotch and moved his lips against her throat, “I know you do…I know you do…and, I want to do what I say I’m gonna do…you know that too, right Leese? I always do what I say I’m gonna do…”

“Yes, Jack.” Lisa’s side formed a quick stitch and she tensed her muscles again, she felt dizzy…she had to go. He had to let her go. But, he was talking again and wrapping one of her legs around his hips, tucking it under his jacket and rubbing his hard-on against her crotch. “You’re so wet, Leese. I can feel you through my pants.” The soft silk of his suit pants moved smoothly against the satin of her panties and she gasped. He wasn’t wearing underwear and she could feel his cock in clear definition beyond the fabric, teasing her, so near and yet so far…nothing she could reach for without his permission.

She groaned, his finger hooking inside her thigh into her panties and slipping around in her hot wetness. His voice was taunting as he brought his slippery finger to his mouth, “This better not be leakage, Leese.” Lisa felt sudden alarm but could do nothing as he rubbed it along his bottom lip, flicking his tongue out to taste her, “Hmmm…nope. All candy all the time, Lisa. Told you, you’re always at your best under pressure. Put your arms around me.” And, he kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and then his tongue was in her mouth, slowly working against hers. Lisa wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her fingers in his hair. She could feel his hand moving between their bodies. The soft clink of his belt buckle twanged against her waist. Lisa felt the hairs on her neck and arms stand on end as his zipper ticked down slowly. She moved her crotch against his knuckles, willing him to hurry up.

And, then as he deepened their kiss, he was out of his pants and he hooked that finger in her panties again, pulling them aside and teased the head of his cock against her. She groaned against his mouth, moving her hips, trying to capture more of him - her bladder momentarily forgotten. Jackson broke away from her mouth and whispered against her lips before kissing her again, “Don’t be greedy, Lisa…you’ll get what you want.” But, she didn’t care. She moved against him, willing him into her, clasping her leg more tightly around him. She braced herself back against the door and brought the other leg around him. He grunted as he slipped in a notch and then pulled back to rub against her hard clit. He pushed into her again and pulled back out to lift her and rub softly against her asshole, then up against her clit, then pushing as he entered her more deeply this time and ever so slowly tugged back out. Lisa thunked her head back against the door, and the words were spoken before she knew it, “Please Jack, come on, fuck me, please…”

He shoved his face against her cheek, snarling, “Warned you, Lisa, I always do what I say I’m gonna do…” He entered her hard, slamming her ass against the door as he continued to push. Lisa cried out. Her bladder was on fire, his hard cock shoved against it, and he could feel it, there was no hiding it. He worked his advantage, pulsing his hips so that the head of his cock moved against her inner sweet spot, right under her bladder.

Lisa’s body was at war between two primal urges – urinating and cumming. She felt paralyzed as he moved inside her, her clit thrummed and she could feel her muscles clamping around him and then he was out and moving her legs off him and tucking himself away in his pants. She was sliding down the door but he caught her by that arm again and swung her onto the open toilet, rattling her teeth with the force of her landing.

Jackson gave his jacket a quick, hard tug, and took a cleansing breath. No one said this would be easy. His words were nonchalant; his hands in his pockets now, his belt hanging loose, as if he were reminding her to pick up his drycleaning, “Go, Lisa. Just go and we’ll be upstairs in our bed in two shakes.” Lisa’s brain couldn’t catch up as her cunt continued to clench and her urethra burned. She needed to stand and push her skirt back up and take down her panties. She reached out a trembling hand to Jackson who took it gently, “What, Lisa?”

“I gotta stand up…I gotta move my clothes.” Lisa was shocked at how thick her words sounded. Her mouth had gone dry. She felt as if all the moisture in her body was coalescing in her cunt and her bladder.

He fell to his knees, his hands locked around her face, nose to nose again, growling, “Stand up? Move your clothes? What do you think this is? Fucking pre-school?” Lisa looked at him helplessly – not daring a word, her thighs cramping, a new heavier stitch forming in her side. She tried to shake her head but he held her fast. Jackson continued, “You’re gonna pee, Lisa. Right here. Just as you are. You know why?”

Lisa’s whisper sounded like a moan, “No.”

He sneered in her face, “Because this is where and when the old rules stop. For good. No more. Old rules, old life…all gone now, Lisa. If you’re gonna stay with me that is. So, go. Now.”

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PART III/VI
Lisa bent her head, squeezing her eyes shut tight for a brief moment. Jackson stood and Lisa was left to open her eyes and stare at his perfect black shoes. She wondered briefly how he managed to keep them so shiny. He tapped two fingers under her chin and lifted her face up to meet his eyes. He cocked his ear towards her as if listening intently, his voice in a soft sing-song, he taunted her, “I don’t…hearrrrr anything…” He looked so comical and sweet the smile flew across her face before she thought better of it.

Jackson backhanded her, sending her flying off the toilet and against the door-jam. The pocket door rattled in its house. Lisa’s brain joggled in her skull as the pain bloomed across her mouth and radiated up her jaw and down her neck. She gasped his name, “Jack…” spitting blood onto the white carpet. He was on her in a raging instant, his lips white with fury as he snatched her up by the collar of her shirt and swung her up against the door again. He clamped a tight palm over her bloody mouth, his voice breaking against the words as if his anger was robbing him of his powers of speech, “You think this is fucking funny?” Lisa could hear him tugging at his zipper again and watched the ceiling whirl above her. “Lisa, look at me…you think is a goddamned joke? Me affording you the luxury of choosing to stay or go, me giving you this opportunity – this is funny?”

Lisa frantically shook her head under his pressing palm and tried to speak, he pushed her lips hard against her teeth. She shoved her fists against his shoulders, trying to pry him off her, attempting to buy some space, some leverage. But, he gripped her face all the tighter, “Do you know what we’re doing here, Lisa?” Jackson watched as a small trickle of blood from Lisa’s mouth gathered around his pressing fingers. It rattled his anger like a cage and he let her face go, his breath heaving through his lungs. She had less than a second and he grabbed a full fistful of hair and yanked her to the sink, bending her over it ruthlessly, he swept his hand across the spicket turning the water on in a rush. Lisa moaned as the water splashed in the basin – pleasure, anger, pain, desire sweeping through her in waves.

Jackson pushed her forward by her head, leaning in close behind her, their eyes locked together in their reflections blazing in the steaming vanity mirror, “Say it, Lisa. Say your word. You know you want to.”

Lisa shook her head against his fist, eyes shining with their own brand of fury, things were just getting where she needed them to be and he was trying to back out, “No. Maybe you want to say it? Huh, Jack?”

In all reality, it was what Jackson needed to hear - a nasty taunting question always gained his attention. He counted his breaths and considered. He never really wanted Lisa to have cause to say that goddamned word. He wanted her on the edge but he also wanted her safe with him. He had fucked up. He had lost it and in that leaderless moment, Lisa had challenged him- was still doing so as she held his gaze in the oval mirror. Commanding him with the set of her chin, as if he were the one bent over this sink about to pee his pants. Rubbing her sweet, sweet ass against his open zipper, pointedly to the left of his erection, his hard-on pulsing noticeably each time she reached the pinnacle in her curving arc – as if she owned him, house, cock and balls…all hers.

Jackson let go of her hair and placed his hands on hers on either side of her slim hips. He moved in close to her, his open belt buckle falling against the small of her back with a faint clank. His voice was soft and casual, not at all serious – as if her little power display was not happening or of the slightest importance, “Lisa…remember, you can say it anytime…it isn’t a matter of pride.” He laughed as a brutal scowl crossed her features and continued, “It’s about what’s best for you.” Lisa snorted but her hands under his gave her away…she was trembling. He knew the splashing water was getting to her. The time passing, the pressure mounting, the teasing fuck, the rough treatment…and, though she hadn’t realized it yet, she had decisions to make. It was best she stepped off her high-horse and faced facts.

He rubbed his chin on her shoulder and caressed the tops of her hands with his palms. He could feel her jamming her thumbs into her crotch to keep herself from peeing, but he ignored this for now, “You know, Lisa…I own you. Did you know that? Because, you certainly don’t seem to realize it. Until tonight, it’s been vaguely attractive…this self-serving ignorance…this good girl arrogance you parade around here with, right before you beg me to fuck you, that is.” Jackson had scored. She quit her ass dance and blushed, breaking their eye contact. He smiled at her turned profile in the mirror, chuckling, “You’re thinking that right now, aren’t you, Leese?” He softened his voice in a clear, mocking parody of her, “Man, I gotta pee but why won’t he fuck me?”

Lisa shuddered at the uncanny representation of her own voice and, more importantly, her thoughts he had just created…was she so transparent to him? She did want him. Right here and now. As furious as he had been a moment ago to his tight, mean control of this second she was wet for every inch of him. Her bladder bloated and floating somewhere in her throat and her thighs quivering – she wanted him fucking her. As if in answer, his hands moved on her skirt and in his pants, moving her panties just to the side – she whimpered as he entered her slowly. Her bladder seemed to bang back into her guts as he bent her forward and pushed inexorably deeper, pulsing against her swollen insides. And, before she realized it, his hands were on hers, snatching her grip off the porcelain and shoving her hands in the warm, running water. Lisa cried out as her urine burned like liquid fire inside her and her body shuddered from clit to cunt to hands…her hips arching back against Jack as he held her tight – not letting her stand but not letting her fall. Not allowing her release but speaking matter of factly of letting her go, “Yes, Leese, I own you. You’re bought and paid for – with the only kind of currency that matters…but don’t think I can’t return you…I can –anytime now.”

He waited a beat for her to meet his eyes in the mirror. Jackson pushed and pulled in short slow strokes inside her, knowing he was also working her bladder, both her pleasure and her pain…he viewed his words as an added bonus. She didn’t seem convinced as she tried to speak and then shook her head, mutely. Bereft of speech, she grunted and squeezed her eyes shut, pushing back against him and leaning into his arms, letting him support her now, her hips relaxing and her cunt following suit, allowing him to meet her push and gain some ground.

“That’s it, Leese. Feel that? We’re getting somewhere.” Jackson couldn’t help it, she felt incredible as she started to give herself over, he bent over her more steeply in a subtle adjustment and murmured against her hair, “God, Lisa.” In response, she spread her legs, swaying her lower back in a low bow, providing him better access and they both moaned softly as he sank fully into her in slow motion and his balls made brief, wet contact with her clit. Jackson stopped there, enjoying the shoving melting press of her all around him, her muscles at war along the length of his cock. He tensed his thighs and tried to think of something else. It wasn’t time. Too soon. There was a point other than orgasm that had to be reached. He slowly pulled out and did a quick tuck into his pants, leaving his zipper open, making sure he was tidy but accessible. He looked over Lisa’s head into the mirror. A little shaggy but all in all, he looked damned good. He hazarded a deep breath as he watched her skirt slip back down over the warm, delicious curve of her ass, working to remind himself of his larger agenda, of what they both needed.

Lisa sobbed and started to sink against the vanity. Jack commanded her, “Nothing doing, sweetheart,” yanking her up and onto the toilet, “You better not think we’re done here.” His voice was ragged with desire; he fought to control it, “Because we still have business –you and I…” Lisa stared up into Jackson’s eyes and his irises seemed to lose a shade of blue - going nearly pearlescent in their intensity. When he spoke again, he did so in a husky, ruthless whisper, offering her the only out he would accept, “…Unless you’re ready to go?”

Her whimper was genuine as she laced her wet, dripping fingers around her head and pushed them into her hair, “I can’t, Jack. I’m trying. I can’t go in my clothes…I can’t…I want to…but I can’t…” And, this was true. She had tried to go but everything would lock – she wanted nothing more than to pee and fuck Jackson, yet her body wouldn’t allow her the first and he wouldn’t permit the second. Catch 22. It was so good; he was so good. She felt herself losing track of time, of her location, of her self-awareness…her abdominal muscles relaxing as she watched him and wanted him and her neurons danced within her brain. There was a roaring sound in her ears that she couldn’t quite place. It was water…rushing…through her mind and her body and hitting a dam somewhere between her toilet training and her urethra.