Beyond the Compound: The Compound Trilogy - Book 2

by Claire Thompson

  Sam left them at a two-room cottage with a small galley kitchen. In addition to the usual bedroom and living room furniture, it also had its own St. Andrew’s cross and a spanking bench. The bed was outfitted with leather restraints secured to the wrought iron frame of the four-poster bed. Several beautiful whips were artfully hung on the walls around the bedroom, whether for actual use or decoration, Ronan wasn’t sure.

  He sat on the bed, watching his slave girl tuck their few belongings into bureau drawers. “Slave Hailey,” Ronan said, “come over here.”

  She immediately stopped what she was doing and came to stand in front of him. She was wearing a pale pink sleeveless blouse tucked into a black skirt. He’d allowed bra and underwear for the drive from Vermont to New York, but had a sudden, urgent need to see her naked.

  “Slave girls, even visiting ones, should be naked while staying at The Compound, don’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said softly, lowering her eyes so her long lashes brushed her soft cheeks. The whole atmosphere of the place was drenched in eroticism and sensuality, and this beautiful, submissive woman standing before him only stoked the flames lit by watching the scenes in the dungeon. They had about an hour before dinner, but it wouldn’t have mattered what time it was, or what appointments were waiting, he had to have her now.

  Hailey had already unbuttoned several of the buttons on her blouse, but Ronan couldn’t wait another second. He reached for the blouse, ripping it open in a spray of buttons. Grabbing her, he pulled her down onto the bed and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Hooking his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, he yanked them down and tossed them aside.

  Hailey was panting as she reached for his jeans and tugged at the metal buttons of his fly. Lifting himself over her, he pushed his pants and underwear down his legs, too eager even to bother kicking them away.

  He was nearly shaking with need as he positioned the head of his cock at her opening. Knees spread wide, Hailey lifted her hips, at the same time grabbing his hips and pulling him down onto and into her. “Please, Sir,” she begged breathily. “Fuck me. Use me. Claim me.”

  She was wet with desire, her cunt sucking him in and catching his shaft in a tight, hot clutch of pleasure. They thrashed on the bed, grunting and growling with animal lust. Though a pleasant breeze blew through the open bedroom window, sweat slicked between them as Ronan swiveled and thrust inside her. Within minutes, Hailey began to tremble. She clutched at his back, her nails grazing his skin. “Please, oh god, oh god, oh please—” Her words were cut short by a gasp and a long, low moan. She had come before he could even get out the words to grant permission.

  Ronan pulled from her spasming cunt and flipped her roughly onto her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he jerked her ass upward. He would have liked to ram himself into her tight ass, but he didn’t have the time or inclination to find the tube of lubricant, and wasn’t so crazed with lust to forget his responsibility as her Dom never to harm her. So instead he pushed again into her tight, wet cunt, his fingers digging into her hips as he eased her onto his shaft.

  Within seconds, his balls tightened and he felt the shuddering pulse of a powerful climax rip its way through his body. He wrapped his arms around Hailey’s body, pulling her close against him until his spasms subsided. He collapsed onto the bed, taking Hailey with him as he fell. He rolled onto his back, still holding her in his arms. She curled tightly against his side and rubbed his chest with her cheek, her hair a golden sprawl obscuring her face.

  He stroked her back as they rested. “You were a very bad girl, slave Hailey,” he murmured eventually, smiling over her head though he tried to keep his voice stern. “What happens to naughty slave girls who come without permission?”

  She stiffened against him and he almost felt sorry for her, though he knew she craved and needed the punishments that were part and parcel of their D/s relationship. “They are punished, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “That’s right, slave girl. Rest assured you will be punished.”

  Hailey said nothing, but a small tremor moved through her slim form. Ronan held her closer and kissed the top of her head. The comfortable bed, the cool breeze fluttering the curtains, the aftermath of a powerful orgasm, all combined to pull him toward sleep. “I love you,” he murmured, staying awake only long enough to hear her like reply.

  ~*~

  It was fantastic to be back at The Compound, but even more amazing to be there with Master Ronan. She was no longer a slave in training, yearning for connection. She was kneeling on her cushion beside her Master at the long dining room table. George was on Ronan’s left, with Hailey between them, Sophia on a cushion on his other side. Hailey recognized most of the faces of the people sitting around the table, and many of the slaves and subs kneeling serenely beside them.

  Mistress Miriam presided at the head of the table as always, striking with her dark hair and blue eyes. She wore a tailored midnight blue silk jacket over toffee-colored leather pants. Marta, her partner, knelt quietly beside her Mistress, leaning with closed eyes against Mistress Miriam’s hand as she absently stroked Marta’s cheek while talking to Ronan.

  Hailey couldn’t wait to talk to Alexis, who knelt beside her partner, Master Paul, a handsome man with long auburn hair and tawny, coppery eyes. Master John, who had been working with George in the dungeon, sat across the table, his adoring slave girl Wendy at his side.

  The main course had been served, and staff was clearing and preparing for dessert and coffee. While Ronan was engaged with Mistress Miriam, George looked down at Hailey. “I missed you, little girl,” he said, smiling fondly at her. “I missed Ronan too.” They exchanged a few minutes of small talk, and then George surprised Hailey by saying, “I’m not just here at The Compound for a visit. After you guys left, I really got to thinking about what my own priorities are. I’m a widower, you know, and I’m definitely not getting any younger. I was pretty involved at the BDSM club where I met Ronan, but that kind of place can only take you so far. Watching you and Ronan together made me realize I wanted something like that in my life, too. After you two disappeared, I decided to take the plunge. My condo is on the market, and I’ve signed up here at The Compound. I’m officially a trainer in training,” he said with a proud grin. “Who knows?” he glanced down at Sophia. “Maybe someday I’ll even claim a girl of my own.”

  After dinner, Hailey had an opportunity to reconnect with Alexis. Alexis was beautiful by all accounts, with smooth olive skin, long dark hair and large, expressive brown eyes. Her breasts were heavy and full, the dark nipples beautifully set off by gold hoops, which hadn’t been there the last time Hailey had seen her.

  “Wow,” Hailey said enviously. “That jewelry is gorgeous. Did it hurt?”

  “Like a motherfucker,” Alexis assented with a grin. “But totally worth it. I love them!”

  “So the piercing tonight…” Hailey prompted.

  Alexis placed a hand over her smooth mons. “Lower down,” she said.

  “Are you nervous?”

  “What do you think? Of course I am. But I want it. I’ve been thinking of nothing else for the past month since we first started talking about it.”

  Hailey nodded, well understanding that delicious dichotomy of fear and desire so common in the submissive experience.

  “Hey!” Alexis said suddenly, reaching for Hailey’s left hand. She pointed to the large, square-cut diamond flanked by a dark blue sapphire on either side. “Is that what I think it is? Are you engaged?”

  Hailey flushed with pleasure. “I am,” she agreed. “Though we haven’t set an official date yet.” She looked down at her beautiful ring, her heart full of happiness. “Probably sometime next spring.”

  “I’m so happy for you,” Alexis said with feeling. Hailey glanced sharply at her, sensing the yearning in her words and seeing the longing in her face. Alexis had come to The Compound for training the year before Hailey, and had ended up falling in love with one of the trainers. She’d happily lef
t behind her life as a Manhattan CPA to make her home at The Compound, and when she wasn’t handling the facility’s financial books, she worked in tandem with Master Paul to train new submissives. She had told Hailey marriage wasn’t in the cards for Master Paul and her—they were Master and slave, and it was all they needed. Hailey had believed her at the time, but now she wondered.

  There was the sound of masculine laughter, and they looked over to see Master Paul and Master Ronan talking. It pleased Hailey to think they might become friends. “You know, your guy is a dead ringer for that action hero dude. What’s his name, Ronan Wolfe? Except he’s even better looking than the guy on the screen.”

  Hailey laughed. “I didn’t realize I’d never told you his name! Actually, he is that action hero dude. Or was. He’s retired from acting.”

  Alexis’ eyes grew round. “He is Ronan Wolfe? Oh my god! That’s insane! Do you live in some Beverly Hills mansion surrounded by bodyguards?”

  Hailey shook her head. “No. He was living in Malibu when he first bought my contract. He was pretty miserable, really. He never liked all the publicity and harassment that goes along with the whole movie star fame thing. Then, when the mystery girl video went viral, we decided just to get out of town for a while. He’s made the decision that he doesn’t ever want to go back to that kind of life, or that career, which is fine with me. He went from living in a huge, sprawling mansion in California to my little cottage in a small Vermont town, but he’s happier than I’ve ever seen him.”

  Alexis furrowed her brow. “Wait. Back it up a second. Mystery girl video? What’s that?”

  Hailey realized Alexis was actually asking—she really didn’t know. What a relief to realize the entire planet wasn’t connected to the daily gossip rife on the internet. “Never mind,” she said quickly. “I’ll tell you later.”

  “Okay. But I want a full report.”

  Master Paul and Master Ronan approached at that moment. “Paul and I were just discussing a few things we have in common.” They exchanged a quick glance, their smiles conspiratorial. Ronan continued, “Among the things we addressed is the matter of your punishment, slave Hailey,” Ronan said, his words sending a shiver through Hailey’s loins. She reached up to stroke the soft leather of her slave collar as he continued. “Master Paul agrees it would be fitting for you to be publically punished prior to the piercing ceremony this evening. You’ll be the opening act, if you will.”

  He wasn’t asking her for her input or permission. Though a thousand butterflies were now flapping giddily inside her, Hailey replied as calmly as she could manage, “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  At nine o’clock the drawing room was packed with people eager to witness Alexis’ piercing. There were six women and one man kneeling at attention against the wall, naked bodies proudly displayed, eyes properly downcast as they waited for the ceremony to begin. One of them was Sophia, the silver-haired beauty George had been working with that afternoon, and Hailey admired her courage at taking this step later in life. It wasn’t that long ago that Hailey had been kneeling against that wall, eager to learn, terrified she might not have what it took to become a proper submissive. She sent each trainee a silent prayer of success and happiness.

  Master Paul was sitting on a love seat near the fireplace, Alexis kneeling on a cushion on the carpet beside him with her head resting on his lap. A small table was set up beside the hearth, a piercing kit and a wooden jewelry box on its surface. There was also, oddly, a kitchen timer.

  Mistress Miriam took center stage on the hearth and the room quieted. “As you know, tonight Master Paul will further claim his slave girl, Alexis, in a ritual piercing ceremony. But before that, we have a welcome guest here with us tonight, Master Ronan, as well as a graduate from the training program who most of you will remember, slave Hailey.”

  There was scattered applause and a few calls of welcome as Ronan led Hailey to the front of the room. “Unfortunately,” Mistress Miriam continued in her lilting voice, “this slave girl was disobedient this afternoon, and her Master has chosen a public forum for her correction.”

  She turned her cool gaze on Hailey. “Tell the group, slave Hailey, what you did that led to this punishment.”

  Hailey gazed in mute appeal at her Master, but knew there was no way out. At The Compound, Mistress Miriam reigned supreme. Hailey’s legs felt rubbery and her face was burning with embarrassment. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and closed her eyes, calling on her mantra to calm herself: Serenity. Peace. Submission. Grace. Ronan placed his hand on the small of her back, and his touch, even more than her mantra, centered her.

  She opened her eyes and faced her friends. “I sometimes have trouble controlling my orgasm. This afternoon I didn’t manage to get permission in time.” There was some laughter, all of it kind, and nods of sympathetic understanding from other subs in the room.

  “Mistress Miriam and I agreed,” Master Ronan said, stepping away from Hailey and reaching for a sturdy wooden chair, “that, given slave Hailey’s lack of discipline, we’d use tonight’s punishment as a kind of practice session. We’re going to bind the slave to the chair. I’m going to invite five volunteers to come up and stimulate her for three minutes each.” He turned to face Hailey. “Your punishment, slave girl, is to exhibit self-control. You will not ask for permission to orgasm, and you will not come. Are we crystal clear on this?”

  Hailey swallowed at the sudden lump that had risen in her throat. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to croak. Master Paul joined them on the hearth. Hailey was instructed to sit on the chair, ass perched on the front edge of the seat. Her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair, her wrists cuffed behind her. She was thankful at least she’d been permitted to sit, and she promised herself to resist climax at all costs.

  Sam was the first volunteer. The timer was started, and he knelt between Hailey’s legs, his thick fingers pushing her thighs apart as he ducked his head to lick and tease her sex. Hailey understood at that moment how far she had come in terms of acceptance and comfort in allowing others to give her pleasure.

  A skilled service slave, Sam knew exactly when to apply pressure and when to pull back, and it wasn’t long before Hailey found her defenses rapidly weakening. She forced her eyes, which had somehow fluttered closed, to open, and she focused on the stern Master John, who was regarding her with his unblinking, owl-like stare, his lips pursed in anticipatory disapproval.

  It worked, and Hailey managed to resist Sam’s onslaught until the timer dinged. He leaned back and wiped his mouth with his hand, offering her a surreptitious thumbs-up as he rose to his feet. The second volunteer was Marta, who took her position behind Hailey. Leaning over her so their cheeks touched, she massaged Hailey’s spread cunt with her fingers, rubbing her palm against Hailey’s clit as she pressed the digits inside.

  Hailey bit her lip, sweat beading on her forehead and under her arms as she struggled to resist Marta’s spot-on manipulations. Master John was now positively glowering, and Hailey shifted her gaze to the slaves in training, all of whom were watching her, several of them with their mouths agape. She would resist for them. She would be strong for them all.

  The timer dinged. Marta withdrew her hand. “Good job,” she whispered as she stepped back. “Stay strong.”

  Two more volunteers took their turns between her legs and somehow, miraculously, she resisted the nearly overpowering urge to succumb to their touch. The fifth volunteer, to her surprise, was Master Ronan. With an evil grin, he took his place, dipping his head to cover her mons and labia with dozens of tiny, electrifying kisses. She knew this would be her hardest test yet. She tried to look at the forbidding Master John to get her bearings, but she couldn’t manage to focus. Ronan’s kisses were those not only of a Master, but of a lover intimately familiar with every curve and sweet spot.

  Hailey forced her eyes open. She bit down hard on her lower lip and pressed her fingernails into her palms, hoping the pain would distract her enough to stay strong. She twisted
in an effort to see the timer, which tick-tick-ticked the seconds away. Two minutes left. You can do this. You do it. Focus. Think about bugs and vomit and assholes from high school. Resist. Resist. Resist.

  She bit down harder and tasted the metallic trickle of blood. The timer dinged. Master Ronan lifted his head, but instead of rising to his feet, he said in a low, sensual voice, “The punishment is over. Now come for me, slave Hailey. You have my permission.”

  He ducked his head again and lapped eagerly at her clit while slipping a single, wet fingertip into her ass. Hailey didn’t need to be told twice. She came as hard as she ever had, shuddering and bucking in her bonds, her heart thudding in her ears, her breath rasping in her throat as a tsunami of pleasure momentarily obliterated all conscious thought.

  The room erupted in thunderous applause and laughter, and Hailey, while embarrassed, basked in the glow of such total acceptance and love. The ropes were quickly untied, and Master Ronan scooped Hailey into his arms, carrying her to the love seat that had been vacated by Alexis and Master Paul, who now stood side-by-side by the hearth.

  Hailey expected Master Ronan to set her on the silk cushion at his feet, but he kept her in his arms as he sat, and she certainly didn’t protest. As she snuggled against him, her focus returned to the front of the room, where Alexis was now being prepared for her piercing.

  A reclining bondage chair was brought to the center of the hearth, and Alexis was strapped into it, her legs spread wide. With assistance from Master Clarence, who was an expert in piercing and branding, Alexis’ clit hood was prepped for piercing. Master Paul turned to face the audience. “My slave girl has asked for another piercing, this one on her clit hood, as a constant reminder of her servitude, love and devotion. We are honored to share this ceremony with our community tonight.”