Somehow Bunny managed to pooch out her lip and made conversational murmurings before lifting her mound to his hand again and had the audacity to wink at him and arch her brows. Heat flushed Cassie’s cheeks as she realized Bunny was offering herself to her husband. But she shouldn’t blush, should she? After all, the two of them were man and wife, wholly committed to each other. Anything he’d done to her, he’d also make right, wouldn’t he? Maybe she should give them a little privacy?
As if reading Cassie’s mind again, he wrapped a hand around her wrist to stop her from backing away and smiled at her in reassurance before turning back to his wife.
He adjusted Bunny’s G-string to make sure she was covered but offered no stimulation. He leaned a hip against the table and crossed his arms over his chest as if he was having a friendly chat. “So, you still want to come, huh?”
Bunny pooched that persuasive lip again and murmured assent and blinked innocently at him before devilry danced in her bright turquoise-blue eyes. “Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm.” She wiggled her hips at him, high color in her cheeks.
Joseph turned to Cassie and patted his coat pocket. “This particular toy attaches to the clit and surrounding tissue with suction, and creates a gentle sucking motion with alternating speeds and levels of intensity. Its main purpose is not to bring the subject to orgasm but to provide arousing stimulation while not quite enough to bring her to orgasm. She needs penetration, isn’t that right, fiammetta?” he asked, turning back to Bunny with that same wicked smile on his face.
Bunny’s brows wrinkled, and she looked unsure as she nodded, pleading in her eyes as she reached for him fruitlessly with bound hands. She made a purring sound and arched her hips toward him, obviously past the point of caring that Cassie and Mona, along with other club members, stood observing silently nearby.
Joseph leaned down and kissed her damp forehead and nuzzled her cheek before standing and removing her restraints one at a time, starting with her ankles and moving upward. He unbuckled the gag as he said, “I bet you’ll remember that the next time you think it would be funny to eat jalapenos before offering to suck my cock.”
Cassie gasped, and Mona cringed.
Bunny wiped her cheeks and chin with the tissues Mona provided to her as she nodded and then grabbed his lapels. “Absolutely, Sir. I’ll be an angel, Sir. Only let me get off, like right now, because I’m hornier now than I have ever been. I’m so horny I don’t even mind if everyone watches while you do it. I need to come so bad, Beastly, please, please, please!”
“You are the delight of my life, Bunny. You may come only by my hand, at the end of this evening.”
“What the fuck?” Bunny shrieked.
He shook his head as if dealing with a recalcitrant child. “Excuse me?”
“What the fuck, Sir?” she screeched. “They were just a few jalapenos! You must really hate me!”
Joseph snorted. “Hate you? I adore you. I just showered you with pleasure for the last two hours. Now, if I was angry, I might get some of those whole, raw jalapenos, eat a few with the seeds and all like you did, and then eat your tender pink pussy. How would you like that?”
Bunny squeaked and crossed her legs where she sat on the table. “I’m shutting the hell up right now, Sir. No orgasms for this bad, bad girl. Nope. Only please no jalapenos on my pussy, Sir?”
“Then no more jalapenos on my cock, either?”
“Nooooooooo,” she said as she shook her head back and forth. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“And no sneaking away and getting yourself off, either. You’re to stay by my side all evening. Silently,” he added with a grin.
Bunny made a pouty face but reached for him as he helped her down. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked his cheek before placing her forearms behind her back, a move that pressed her overflowing breasts against the meager restraint of her dress. She caught Cassie’s eye and winked again.
After giving Mona instructions for cleaning the area, which she accepted with enthusiasm, Joseph escorted the two of them away from the area. “Samson will be here soon, and I’m sure he’s anxious to spend time with you, Cassie, so let’s finish up your tour.” They hadn’t gone more than a few feet before Joseph’s path was blocked by a tall, blonde woman as she gracefully kneeled before him.
His dark frown was gone almost as quickly as it had appeared on his face, and he said, “Jillian, I didn’t realize you were planning to visit Hazelle House without Hector and Juno.” Cassie noted a hint of censure in his voice, and Bunny’s eyes rounded as she looked at Cassie behind the cover of Joseph’s back.
Jillian looked up at him with an open smile. “Hector and Juno are visiting his family, and I’m in the area on business. I checked in with your hostess, showed proof of membership at the club back home, and signed papers for temporary membership, as per your rules…Sir.”
Joseph gave a slight nod. “What can I do for you?”
“If Samson is here tonight, I’d like to play with him.”
Bunny blinked at Cassie and then looked up at her husband but otherwise stayed still. Cassie studied the woman kneeling with perfect posture before Joseph. He gave Cassie’s hand wrapped around his forearm a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t you mean Master Samson? And is that how Hector has taught you to make a request of a Dominant?”
Jillian bowed her swanlike neck. “Forgive me, Sir. I meant no offense. Might Master Samson be available tonight?”
“I’m afraid he’s not here yet, Jillian,” Joseph countered. “But when he arrives, he’ll be spending time with his submissive.” He gave Cassie’s hand another gentle squeeze but gave no other indication of whom he meant with his declaration.
Jillian lifted her gaze as if she’d picked up the subtle movement and gave Cassie a long gaze, blinking slowly as if she was dispassionately studying a specimen in a petri dish. Her lush, dark lashes, augmented by sweeping false eyelashes, fluttered before she returned her active attention to Joseph. “Perhaps I might join him and his…submissive for a scene? I’m flexible. I was hoping for his attentions…like last time.” She glanced for a split second at Cassie. “He assured me he’d love to play with me again anytime.”
“No.” His stiff tone brooked no further discussion. By this point, a tall, darkly tanned man of Polynesian descent with black hair had joined their group. “Brandon would be happy to negotiate a scene with you, though, wouldn’t you, Brandon?”
Towering over Jillian with his black wavy hair slicked back and dressed in a black suit and tie, Brandon gave a small nod but otherwise showed no hint of his mood. He emanated power and intimidation in a manner similar to Joseph’s. The difference was that Cassie knew Joseph.
“But,” Jillian began, blinking up at the giant-like man who held out a hand to her, a half-smile finally quirking one side of his lips.
Joseph held up a hand to halt her speech. “Master Brandon is a well-respected Dominant and sadist within our community. Hector knows him. I think it best for you to scene with him rather than wait for Samson since his attention will be otherwise occupied tonight. Brandon may also desire to punish you for making non-verbal demands of a Dom who is already occupied.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jillian whispered, a smile flitting across her face as she rose in a fluid motion and placed her slim hand in Brandon’s large one. He guided her to a secluded seating area, where he directed her to kneel between his feet after he took a seat in the comfortable chair. Her head was bowed, but she glanced their way before casting her eyes down.
Had Jillian played with Samson in the past? It sounded as though she’d enjoyed whatever he’d done to her. Jillian had questioned Joseph, but she’d seemed at least marginally respectful in doing so, despite the fact she’d looked at Cassie as if she was a bug and had ignored Bunny completely. Bunny seemed relieved Jillian had departed.
What if Jillian was just the kind of well-versed submissive-masochist-whatever that Samson enjoyed most? Could Cassie ever hope to compete with that kind of smooth, calm composure? Sh
e couldn’t manage the same grace in kneeling and rising up without her knees crackling and possibly even giving way.
Joseph continued the tour of the club room, explaining the devices and contraptions involved, but her gaze continually returned to the cross Brandon had secured Jillian to after a few minutes of discussion. It was likely Samson had employed the same station on any number of occasions. Even to Cassie’s novice eyes, Brandon was obviously skilled with the whip he chose. If the blindfolded and gagged submissive’s moans and shuddering were any indicator, she enjoyed what he was doing to her.
Cassie trembled as she looked away. If Samson was a sadist, was that the type of reaction he was accustomed to and satisfied by? She could imagine feeling pleasure at submitting to his will, but his whip?
Chapter Seventeen
The tension of the workday eased from the muscles in Samson’s shoulders as he slipped through the main entrance of the club and nodded at the hostess and greeted friends who’d come in right before him. After changing from his work attire in the men’s locker room, he stepped out into the corridor, trying to decide if he was more nervous or excited. Either sensation was foreign to him while in Hazelle House, but tonight was important.
Cassie had scheduled time with Joseph, at his suggestion, and was supposed to be engrossed in a tour of the club by that point. She hadn’t fled, at least not yet. Her vehicle was still in parking lot. If all had gone well, he’d find her wherever Joseph and Bunny were.
He took the short flight of stairs leading to the expansive, arched entry to the club. The music of Disturbed set the mood in the club, and the lights were dimmed, making it hard to spot his sweet brunette, so he looked for Joseph and his sassy redheaded submissive instead.
“Hey,” Randall said, appearing beside him with Mona in tow. She looked ready to burst at the seams but wouldn’t speak until Randall gave his permission. “You looking for your sub?”
Samson stilled and blinked at him.
“Okay, your potential sub,” Randall corrected, using air quotes. Mona’s eyes were bright, and she practically bounced on the balls of her feet, quite a feat in her five-inch heels. She squeezed Randall’s forearm and waited as Randall said, “Cassie is a sweetheart.”
“How is she taking the tour so far?” Samson asked, relieved for the opportunity to find out how it’d gone before finding her.
“Well, she had that Alice in Wonderland bewilderment for a while, but watching Joseph torture Bunny seemed to help a little.”
Samson closed his eyes and tried to form words and failed as Randall started laughing. “I know. They’re done though. I’ll let him tell you what she did.”
Mona snorted with laughter but clamped her hand over her lips.
“So she’s had a chance to watch some scenes, get a feel for things. Did they tour the dungeon yet?”
Randall nodded and then smiled at Mona. “Sugar, what did you want to tell Samson?”
Mona beamed and returned Samson’s greeting and hug and said, “Sir, Cassie is…she’s perfect for you, Sir. She’s so caring and gorgeous.”
He recalled Cassie had been nervous about how to dress and fix her hair and makeup so she wouldn’t stand out. He’d assured her that was impossible because she’d always stand out from the crowd where he was concerned. “She’ll be relieved to hear that, Mona. Thank you for telling me.”
“She was nervous at first, but Master Joseph sat down with her and they talked, giving her time to acclimate. Sir, you should know Jillian, Master Hector and Juno’s submissive friend, is here tonight.” She glanced at Randall, and he gave her a small nod. “She interrupted Master Joseph’s tour with Cassie to ask for you. She told him you’d said you’d be open to playing with her again.”
Samson frowned, recalling his time with Jillian. She’d won herself a discipline session for inexcusable rudeness toward Bunny, who had been brand new to the lifestyle at the time. He wouldn’t have taken the whip in hand for her except Joseph had asked him. There was absolutely no denying she was a masochist, and she might’ve made a decent submissive if she weren’t so self-centered. He’d come away from their encounter feeling dissatisfied and hadn’t welcomed her to seek him out again. “She lied.”
Mona nodded. “I remember how it was between the two of you when you were done. I think it might’ve stung Cassie’s feelings a bit. Bunny is with them now, and I think she’d tell Cassie that Jillian lied, except she’s been silenced as part of her punishment for tonight.” Samson had to smile, knowing how hard a task that would be for Bunny. It was easy to be silent when gagged, not so much if she was simply under an edict.
“What did Joseph tell Jillian about playing with me?”
After Mona filled him in, he thanked his friends and headed toward the archway leading to the stairs to the dungeon. Sweet Cassie was probably having culture shock if she was down there, and he wouldn’t have allowed it except Joseph and her friend were with her. He wasn’t even sure if it was necessary to take her down there since he couldn’t picture himself taking her there to play.
He paused near the archway, having spotted Brandon, whom Mona had mentioned Joseph had sent Jillian off with. He’d restrained her, blindfolded and gagged, to a cross and was just putting up his whip and deciding between two canes he’d pulled from his toy bag when he looked up and spotted Samson standing nearby. Brandon grinned at him and ambled over to the perimeter of the scene area.
In a whispered tone, so he wouldn’t be overheard, Samson said, “Thanks for taking her on.”
Brandon chuckled deep in his beefy chest. “She’s a piece of work. Evidently my technique is lacking compared to yours, which is why she’s gagged.”
Samson frowned, memories returning of being similarly castigated by the last sub he’d had a relationship with a few years before. “Don’t let what she says bother you. She’s mad she didn’t get her way. You’re better with a cane than I am. Show her.”
“Yeah, she changed her tune. I’m watching her close, too, since she said she won’t use a safe word. Makes my job twice as hard and not as much fun.”
“Same with me, man. Thank you, and good luck.”
“No problem, brah,” he said with a chuckle before returning to his charge and teasing her thigh with the cane, giving an experimental pop on her already streaked buttocks.
Samson shook his head as he took the stairs. It went against his personal preferences to play with a partner who wouldn’t employ a safe word. He was well versed enough to scene with a sub who had that frame of mind because he paid careful attention to their responses and observed his own limits where dishing out pain was concerned. Brandon would be every bit as careful, even if it meant sending her on her way not completely satisfied.
His last sub had publicly complained that he hadn’t lived up to her expectations, a huge insult to any sadist, but what she had, in reality, been dissatisfied about had been his lack of interest in taking the relationship to the next level. He’d never felt sure enough about her to collar her or make a lifelong commitment. She’d been spoiled, like Jillian, and rather than showing patience and exploring the bond they did have, she threw a fit in the club and ended it right there. Being told he was inadequate had stung.
He shook his head again, clearing the negativity as he slowly descended into the sullen and shadowy environs of the dungeon, breathing deeply and exhaling to calm the nerves tumbling in his gut. The pulsing beat and deep vocals of the music were punctuated by the howls of a racked sub enduring cock and ball torture at the hands of his wickedly sadistic Mistress Cecilia. Samson waved, and she grinned, pointed down a corridor, and blew him a kiss before going back to tormenting her submissive.
He’d turned in that direction and spotted Bunny’s auburn hair when a club light flashed across it. She stood with Joseph and next to them, like a dark angel, stood the woman he loved, watching a spanking scene. Joseph leaned toward her to speak so he wouldn’t interfere with the scene.
As Samson drew near, he caught his eye, a
nd Joseph grinned as he said, “Cassie, you’ve seen several spankings since you arrived tonight. Remember the fun, erotic spanking scene with the sub giggling as she went over her Master’s lap?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nodded with a smile, obviously not realizing he was there.
“And then there was one where the sub was restrained on a spanking bench and spanked as a punishment. Do you remember it?”
“She sassed her Dom, right?”
“She overstepped sassy, I’m afraid. She was disrespectful. I can guarantee you, after the spanking, he handled her after care and they had a serious conversation.” Joseph pointed a finger at the ceiling. “And Jillian is upstairs receiving what anyone would agree is a hardcore spanking. Yes, that’s what she came for. But she was rude and lied to me, so I didn’t reward her.”
Cassie tilted her head and said, “I’m confused. I didn’t necessarily think she was friendly, but rude?”
“She made a nonverbal demand by placing herself directly in my path, blocking us so I had no choice but to give her attention. A polite sub would’ve kneeled to the side, head bowed, giving a more subtle cue she had a question to ask—if I was available.”
“I see. And the lie, if you don’t mind my curiosity?”
Samson stroked her shoulder and answered for Joseph. “I didn’t invite her to play with me personally again.”
She gasped and turned to him. “Hello!” It was reassuring when she came right into his arms without hesitation, but then she looked up at him. “Wait. Now I’m more confused. I understand about the rudeness because there must be rules the submissives are required to follow with all the Doms, but she lied so you didn’t reward her?”
“She wanted time with Samson, and I denied her. If it had been any other submissive or masochist expressing the need for Samson’s abilities, I would’ve left it to him to say yes or no. Until she attempted to sway me by telling me you’d welcome playing with her again, I would’ve afforded her the same courtesy. I detest liars.” Joseph turned to his wife and stroked her cheek. “Fiammetta, you are such a pleasure. You’ve been dying to tell Cassie that Jillian lied and Samson had no interest in playing with her, haven’t you?”
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