This is for the copy of Rock Band, submitted by one of the contestants. Read the story below and vote on how hot it is, between 1 (not so hot) and 5 (I orgasmed just reading it). The winning story is the one with the largest *cumulative* score. Anyone can vote! (Votes screened.)
No one really knew what happened when the master summoned a woman to his chambers. She would disappear for some period of time, sometimes to return to her duties never breathing a word of what had passed; sometimes she would never again be seen by the household staff.
Thus when Victoria stood outside the heavy oaken door and tapped her white knuckles against it, her expectations were pulled in a myriad of directions. Murder seemed so unlikely, and yet, if this were a mere assignation, what need for secrecy?
The door flew open to display the master still fully dressed in his formal clothes, shiny black hair tumbling dramatically over his shoulders, his lips curved into a sardonic half smile. “Just as I remembered you, my dear. Do come in.” His voice had a low velvety pitch that made the words seem to encircle her, drawing her into his chambers.
“Are you afraid, my dear? I think perhaps I’m not so very frightening.” He handed her a glass of red liquor, slowly sipping it and then using his tongue to pry the last drops from the side of the glass. “Or perhaps it is all men who frighten you?” He leaned forward towards her until his breath was all she could feel and his hair caressed her shoulders and next. He sat poised, inches from her face, the lazy smile curving his full lips. He made no move to kiss her, and no move to pull away, until the tension of being so close prompted her to lean forward towards him. His timing was perfect as he swept away before her lips found his.
He came around behind her to undo the ties of her dress. The silk slowly slid down her milky white skin, and he followed it with feather light hands, caressing gently, teasing first the shoulders, then the pink tips of her breasts, then the gentle curves of her waist. She almost cried out when she felt his warm breath between her thighs, but she stifled it, refusing to give him the satisfaction. He caressed her until she was shaking, pressing against him, her body betraying what her lips refused to utter.
In a careless motion he lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bed, continuing to tease her sensitive neck and shoulders as he lowered her onto the heavy brocade sheets. “And now my dear, we sleep.”
Thinking that her ears had betrayed her she turned towards him, but he was efficiently stripping his clothing and within moments he had been enveloped by blankets on the other end of the bed. Hurt and yearning, Victoria stared mutely into the night until sleep claimed her just before dawn. When she woke, there was no masculine body in the bed, but the spicy smell of man lingered in the air.
Her clothes were gone and the door locked, and so she prowled desperately, intoxicating smells in her nose and the memory of joy denied keeping her from stillness. She was staring out the window when the door flew open and the master himself appeared fresh from bathing, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair wild. The smile curved. “Not so scared now, I think.”
Driven by frustration she flung herself at him, and this time he could not evade. He caught her mouth, plying every surface with his tongue. She stripped away his trousers, and he let her, then stepped back so that she could see the play of his taught muscles, and the extent of his arousal. Grabbing her wrists her pulled her to the bed, pinning them over her head, his body poised over her, his throbbing phallus just barely brushing her thigh. “I think perhaps, it’s time for you to ask me for what you want.”
Her throat caught, and for a moment she had no words. His body shifted slightly, and she could feel the tip of his phallus so close to entering her and the words came pouring out. She begged, her voice thick with longing, her hands clinging to his back as she struggled to bring him into her. He thrust, achingly slowly, and the first thrust almost undid her. She struggled against him, to get closer to him, to envelop his body. With agonizing slowness he continued his thrusting until the world began to lose focus and all she could do was wait for the next thrust, hardly knowing when it would come or what it would do to her. The world went black, and her body shook violently, and his body went rigid and a gasp escaped his lips. As one unit they rolled to one side, his body still lodged in hers. “Now I wonder what you might do, my dear, to have me again.”