Her need soared, and her breathing increased. As Abby’s climax approached, deVries snorted, and the one-two-three dance changed. Everything slowed, leaving her burning. His laugh was that of a sadist.
Another Dom took his place, then another…
They blurred; it all blurred except the feelings in her body. Xavier stopped the machine again, two more times, and at the last one she groaned, hanging right on the edge, everything throbbing. Both dildos pulled out of her.
Xavier removed his braid from her hand.
“No. No, please. Don’t leave.”
“Shhh.” His hand stroked her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Abby. I’m going to change things out.”
The suction thing came off, and her nipples throbbed.
“Beautiful.”
“Look at how red they are against her white skin.”
“They’re huge. Maybe I’ll get some for my girl.”
“Pretty, aren’t they?” Xavier said, running his finger in a circle around each areola.
His finger circled again, only this time with something cool. The scent was familiar, the feeling familiar. Peppermint. Her nipples began to tingle and burn. She tried to move—couldn’t. There was no escape.
He trailed his fingers down her stomach, then checked each restraint. “Any numbness or tingling, Abby?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
Something scraped. His clothing brushed the insides of her thighs. He left the straps around her legs but removed the soft thing from her clit.
Cool air washed over her tight, throbbing nub, making her gasp.
“That’s one wide-awake clit,” someone said.
“Gorgeous pussy. I see why he let her keep the hair.” General agreement.
He fastened something new over her, squashy but harder than the first.
A larger dildo slid into her vagina. “Hmm. Might as well make it fun,” Xavier said and pulled it out, then pushed in one even bigger. It went farther as well, all the way to her cervix, and that didn’t feel good at all. She tried to squirm, making noises.
It receded slightly but remained inside her.
More noises, and she heard the chuckling around her. God, what is he planning? A dildo pressed against her anus. It felt huge. She made a helpless sound, and he stopped. “It’s about the size of two fingers, Abby. You can take this.”
After a moment she managed to relax her muscles, and it slid in. Stretching her. Burning. Her muscles tensed, tried to move. Got nowhere.
“Looks about right.” He removed the dildos. When he slid them back in, they were even slicker than before. “Gentlemen, she’s all yours. Same rules about not letting her come.”
When he tucked his braid into her hand again, a sweet ache filled her heart. He’d remembered. God, she lov—
“Since she had a break, I’ll start slow,” someone said. “Y’all can push her closer during your turns.”
The vibrator over her clit came to life with a blast, and she jerked, trying to sit up. But then it was dialed down. Only, this setting had a strange vibration, coming in slow waves before stopping entirely. The dildo in her pussy pushed in and out, stretching her. With the bigger thing in her butt, everything felt too tight. Too full.
“Time.” Xavier said.
“Let’s have some fun now.” The man’s voice was older, experienced. The clit device jumped into a harsh vibration. And stopped. On, off. The pussy dildo increased, slowly but surely, as if being fed caffeine, yet the one in her anus slowed.
“Next,” Xavier said.
This Dom slowed the vibrator but somehow made the vibrations harder. He stopped the dildo in her pussy, leaving it in and full, but drove the one in her anus to a hammering speed.
She couldn’t think as everything in her surged upward, heading straight for a climax, and nothing was going to—
It all stopped.
“Nooo.” She struggled against the straps, furious and ready to cry.
People were laughing. How could they laugh?
Nothing moved as the seconds ticked away, and she…she hurt. Embarrassment was losing out to the need to come. Her hand fisted so tightly around Xavier’s braid that her fingers ached. Her lower half felt swollen and tight and hurting, and her abused nipples burned.
“Next,” Xavier said.
Two more Doms took their turns, sending her up and down, bringing her close, letting her go back down, playing her like a computer game.
Sweat trickled between her breasts, under the blindfold. Her muscles ached, close to cramping from straining against the straps. Her mouth was dry from panting. She wanted to cry.
“No more?” Xavier asked.
“Looks like that’s it,” someone said. “I’d be happy to take another turn.”
The Doms laughed, agreeing, as she lay shaking. The dildos were inside her, and her inner muscles quivered around them, trying to get them to move.
“Abigail, would you like to come?”
Oh please. “I hate you,” she whispered.
He kissed her. “I know, little fluff. That’s not what I asked.”
He was going to make her say it, and she tried not to. Didn’t want to, but her endurance was gone. “Yes.” Under the blindfold, her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes, my liege.”
“Very good.”
To her shock, rather than starting the machine, he peeled the vibrator off.
Air rushed over her clit, teasing her hardness, making her throb worse. “Nooo.”
“Shhh.”
She felt the brush of his suit against her outer thigh.
He patted her leg, stroking gently. “Trust me.”
I don’t want to. But she had no choice. No defenses.
The machine started again. The dildo in her vagina seemed angled differently. Its short strokes ruthlessly rubbed against…the sensitive place inside her. She felt as if she needed to pee, and yet the feeling increased like an expanding balloon. Her exhausted muscles strained upward, needing more, the feeling worse than ever, encompassing all of her, and she couldn’t… A despairing groan escaped her. Please, please…
Fingers touched her labia, opening her widely, and suddenly her clit was engulfed in heat. Wetness. When Xavier’s hand gripped her right buttock, pain flared at the same time his tongue rubbed directly on top of her clit. Everything inside her contracted, tighter and tighter, and nothing could possibly stop the glorious inevitability. Like champagne, pleasure burst out, flowing over the top of the container of her body, and sensations streamed outward so forcefully that her back arched. She could hear her own jerking screams.
Every spasm sent exquisite pleasure through her, and with each one she wanted more.
He gave her more in a deep, pulling suction that sent her over again with a wailing sound. Her legs jerked in the restraints; her hips tried to buck. Even when it was almost pain and not pleasure, she craved for it not to stop.
But he pulled back and blew a stream of cool air over her clit that made her clench.
As everything halted, she lay limp and panting, hearing only the roaring in her ears, feeling her heart pounding at her rib cage. Her muscles had deflated like leaky balloons until she couldn’t move.
Xavier slid the dildos out, leaving her empty and aching inside. One by one, the straps were removed. He wiped her breasts off. Finally he removed the blindfold, and the first thing she saw was his hard face. It held no expression, but his eyes were readable—approval and worry and unhappiness.
Her arm didn’t want to move, but she reached up to touch his cheek. “Are you okay?”
He flattened his palm over her hand, and slowly his lips curved. “You’re one of the sweetest submissives I’ve ever known.”
He kissed her fingers and helped her sit up. Her head spun for a minute, and she shivered as the sweat on her body cooled. Her bottom burned like fire, her insides throbbed with a dull ache, yet her bones still sang a song of satisfaction.
When he slid her glasses onto her nose, she saw all the peop
le ringed around the table and almost begged for the blindfold again.
Xavier lifted her to her feet and steadied her. Closing his hand around hers, he leaned on his cane. “Kneel, Abigail.”
She needed his hand as her rubbery legs gave out halfway down.
No one spoke as she knelt before them, naked and vulnerable and cold.
“Do you have something to say to the members, little fluff?” Xavier’s voice was…kind, the chill from earlier gone. “Look at them now.”
She raised her gaze, meeting their eyes, and tried to remember the speech she’d crafted to ask forgiveness. Couldn’t. Tears started without warning. Her shoulders shook. “I’m sorry.”
She pulled in a breath and tried again. “Please—” The words weren’t there, only the feelings. “I’m s-sorry.” She felt her tears dripping onto her breasts.
“That’s as repentant as they come,” said deVries. “I forgive you, girl.” The roughness of his voice was the softest caress she’d ever received.
The others followed. “Forgiven.”
“Apology accepted.”
“She took it like a trooper.”
“Clean slate, pet.” The voices murmured a song of forgiveness, and the cold spot inside her filled with warmth as she heard the approval in the music.
Slowly the people filtered away, leaving Lindsey and Simon and Rona.
Rona gave her a smile that didn’t need words to show her forgiveness.
Lindsey glanced at Xavier and got a nod. She curled Abby’s limp hand around a bottle of water. The squeeze on her shoulder said it all.
Simon touched her hair lightly and handed Xavier a blanket.
Xavier pulled her to her feet and wrapped her up. “Your evening is over, little fluff. Let’s go home.”
* * * *
Unwilling to leave his exhausted submissive alone, Xavier tucked her under a soft throw on the downstairs couch while he dealt with the puppies. Finally weaned, they jostled each other getting to the trencher of mushy food. The sounds of contented lapping and snuffling filled his home as he cleaned the messes and put down new paper. Abby planned to take them outside tomorrow and let them get accustomed to grass under their paws.
Once finished, he pulled Abby onto his lap. She didn’t rouse except to moan when her sore ass rubbed over his jeans. She’d have trouble sitting for a while.
His smile faded as he thought of Greta, who’d used the chance to vent her spleen. He’d have to keep an eye on her. A warped submissive could be as destructive to a club as a bad Dom, turning a supportive atmosphere into emotional hash. It was another reason he’d lengthened the application process, closer to that of the BDSM club he’d visited in Florida. Of course, he had no intention of making Dark Haven as exclusive and expensive as the Shadowlands. The local lifestylers here came from all walks of life.
In the wading pool two puppies engaged in a tug-of-war with a piece of knotted rope. Another jumped in and used its needle-sharp milk teeth on a sibling, netting a loud squeak.
Abby opened her eyes. “What?” She tried to sit up and hissed as the movement rubbed her abused ass.
“Relax, pet. It’s just puppy wars.” As his members had earlier, the pups returned to playing happily, all transgressions forgiven. Although he and Abby needed to discuss the night, he’d achieved his goal, and she was back in the good graces of the club.
He’d also lost the last sense of betrayal that he’d harbored.
As her brows drew together, he traced one delicate, silky arch with his fingertip. “Why are you holding me?” she asked.
“Because I wanted to.”
Her lips quirked. “Arrogant Dom.”
“That’s right.” He smiled into her eyes. “Now that you’re awake, I want to check you over.” Despite her grip, he pulled open the blanket. Her nipples had a few red splotches from the suction machine. Good thing he’d set it to low. Smiling at her squirms, he pushed her legs apart and inspected her clit. Still swollen but improving.
“On your feet.” He helped her rise and then slapped her legs lightly. “Open for me.”
Her mouth dropped open—he hadn’t shown her much dominance outside the bedroom. Then she complied. Watching her face, he ran a finger around her entrance and pushed in, past the puffy tissues. She winced. Withdrawing, he glanced at his finger. No blood. “How sore are you?”
“Not bad.” Her face flushed. “I still can’t believe you used a…a machine on me.”
He laughed and turned her around so her back was to him. “Bend over, hands on your ankles, knees bent.”
She didn’t move.
He lowered his voice. “Now, pet.”
She complied quickly. Good little submissive. She had a bruise across the right buttock, probably from the higher percentage of right-handed people wielding the paddle, and her ass cheeks were red and slightly swollen. They would heal.
Parting her sore buttocks, he ignored her whimper. Her asshole was red, but again had incurred no damage. “Looks good, but you’re going to be sore for a day or so.” He rose and helped her straighten. “There are ice packs in the freezer. Use them.”
“Yes, sir.” To his surprise she leaned into him, her forehead pressed against his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her. “What?”
“Did you like seeing me…? The machine and the other men?”
He rocked her. It was the same question he’d intended to ask her.
Odd that few subs or slaves ever asked him if he enjoyed something. Perhaps they thought a Dom never did anything he didn’t like. But that wasn’t true. A D/s relationship was a two-way street. His subs occasionally had to do what they didn’t like. So did he, if the submissive needed it.
“I enjoy showing you off,” he said. “It’s a competitive male trait: see the pretty submissive I have.”
His little professor snorted. “Testosterone-ridden animals.”
“I like smacking your tender, round ass. I enjoy seeing other Doms paddling their submissives. I didn’t like them paddling you.” He rubbed his chin over her hair, trying to explain. “Part is protectiveness. No one should hurt you. Although I’m the one who arranged the punishment, I found it difficult to see you in tears.”
She didn’t speak, but her arms came around him.
“Part of it’s territorial. You’re mine, and I rarely let anyone touch what’s mine. For the fucking machine, I’ve rewarded submissives with it before, and I’d enjoy using it on you if I was at the controls.”
“Huh.”
But he’d let others do that, and guilt still hung like a cloud over him. “I’m sorry, Abby. This was the only way I thought might mend your relationship with the members. I could have punished you in front of them, but they needed to participate in order to forgive you.”
“I understood that.”
He waited for more and only received silence. “Tell me how you felt.”
She stiffened.
Her defenses had risen. Regretting the necessity, but not about to let her hide from him, he administered a stinging swat to one very tender area.
Her outraged squeak made him grin.
He really did enjoy the feel of a round ass under his hand. “Answer me. Honestly.”
When she didn’t answer, he lifted his hand again.
“I hated being paddled and having those…people…using stuff on me. I don’t know if I’d like the machine if you did it, but I didn’t like them.”
“Good girl. Why didn’t you answer me the first time?”
She gave him a disbelieving stare. “More questions?”
“You’re a forthright person, unless you’re afraid someone will yell at you. Did you think I’d get angry at your answer?”
Her gaze dropped, and she bit her lip. “Not angry.”
“What did Nathan do when you told him something he didn’t want to hear?”
He might have missed the tiny flinch, except she was plastered against him. “Nathan was open-minded about anything except i
ntimate things.”
“I see. And?”
“If I didn’t like something, he acted as if I’d insulted his…dick. He’d get cold. Sarcastic.”
“Ah.” One of those who believed I’m a Dom. I can do no wrong. “Abby, if I ask you a question, I want a truthful answer, even if I don’t like it. Trust me. I’ll be angrier if you aren’t honest. Is that clear?”
On his shoulder her head moved up and down.
“As long as we’re speaking of intimate things, I noticed you’re on the pill. Since our medical tests are both clean, do you have any objection to me not using a condom?”
“All right.” Her shoulders tensed. “But if there’s anyone else…”
The thought of her being with another man was unpalatable, but she’d posed a fair question. “Use a condom with the other person. And then I will also, until the testing is repeated.”
“Good.”
His mouth tightened. She hadn’t made any objections about the possibility that there would be others for either of them. Well…that was good.
The sound of her stomach growling diverted him. “You didn’t eat much today, did you?” Too nervous. “Let’s go get you some soup.” He smiled down into her big gray eyes. “We’ll eat in the media room, and this once you can even pick the movie.”
Her mouth rounded up, giving him a hint of the dimple at the corner of her mouth. “I feel a real need for a chick flick.”
He chuckled. “Vengeful little pet.” As she headed into the media room, tucking the blanket around herself, he watched in admiration. Another submissive might have spent the night in his arms weeping. The professor had more stamina and guts than he’d realized.
And a vicious sense of humor. If she picked something like Runaway Bride, he’d make her suffer.
Chapter Twenty
As the chimes rang through Xavier’s house, Abby hurried to open the door. Yesterday she’d asked Rona over. Forgiven or not, Abby feared she’d damaged their friendship. She swung the door wide. “Hi—”
“Hey,” Lindsey said from where she stood beside Rona. “I asked if I could tag along.” Her smile was tentative. “I don’t want to lose you.”
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