meant—show her how to hit him properly. He didn’t have to waste words on her. She knew him well enough to understand his wishes.
Aggie smiled. “She’s not going to obey.”
“Then punish her.”
Aggie grinned. “So that’s what you’re after.”
At times it was unnerving to be completely understood by this woman, at others it definitely played into his favor. The dungeon was no place to give his emotions free rein, but his heart swelled to unbearable proportions as Aggie strode across the room and tugged open the curtain that concealed the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the far wall. He couldn’t deny he loved her and all her various personas for no matter what persona she played at, he could clearly see his Aggie at her core. Everything he could ever need or want was wrapped up in one beautiful package, and the other domme in the room faded into the background in comparison to his angel demon in black patent leather. He wished she’d let her hair down. He loved the way the waist-length black strands moved around her body as she walked and teased and finally worked him over.
“He likes to watch himself beg, does he?” Fire asked when Aggie moved to stand next to her.
Jace couldn’t take his eyes off Aggie’s reflection in the mirror.
“No, he likes to watch me work. On clients. On himself. He’ll especially like watching me work on you.”
“Me?” Fire gave Aggie an odd look. “Why would you work on me?”
“Because you aren’t hitting him properly,” Aggie said.
“So? Who’s in charge here exactly?”
“Hmm,” Aggie said, running the tip of her riding crop down Jace’s spine.
He shuddered as anticipation and excitement followed in its course. She cracked the tip hard against his ass—once, twice. Perfection. She always made him hurt so good.
“Depends. Right now, it’s me. But that could shift at any time.”
“You two have a strange dynamic,” Fire said.
“But it works,” Aggie said. “Now hit him properly or suffer the consequences.”
“What consequences?”
Aggie slapped Fire’s bare ass cheek with her palm.
Fire jerked, but not half as hard as Jace’s cock did.
“Hey! That stung,” Fire protested.
“Do as you’re told,” Aggie said, her tone uncompromising and hot as fuck.
Fire took out her retaliation on Jace’s back with a strike so brutal, his knees buckled. But he didn’t crumple; he spread his feet to brace himself for the next blow. Two years ago he’d have begged for punishment this harsh, but he no longer needed pain to keep his emotions in check. Hell, to survive. But he still liked it—not because he thought he deserved it, as he had when he’d first met Aggie—but because it intensified the pleasure of his sexual experiences like nothing else could. Aggie had showed him that. Until that moment, he hadn’t realized how completely his mindset had shifted since she’d come into his life. But something inside him wanted to watch Aggie take the brutal domme in red to her knees. His woman was queen of her domain, and he wasn’t sure what he’d ever done to deserve her devotion, but all would bow before her while he stood proudly at her side. He wouldn’t want it any other way.
Jace heard the crack of Aggie’s riding crop against flesh, but didn’t experience the welcome sting of her blows. She’d struck the inside of Fire’s thigh.
“Mmm,” Fire said, “you keep that up and I’m going to beat your boyfriend bloody. No one hits the way you do, Ice. You always did make my pussy hot.”
Always? The thought was ripped from his mind as Fire’s whip cracked against his lower back. He bit his lip so he didn’t cry out. He wasn’t sure when he’d become such a pussy; Aggie’d been taking it easy on him for too long. He could take Fire’s brutality, he could. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
Aggie’s succession of lashes landed on Jace’s ass, flanks, and thighs. Yes, like that. Just like that. He gasped brokenly with need as she took him to his next level, his balls heavy and aching for release.
“I thought you were going to hit me like that,” Fire said with a pout.
“I will if you do your job properly.”
Jace suppressed a grin of triumph as Fire’s lashes against his back shifted from punishing to tantalizing. Aggie circled him slowly, her eyes locked with his. In time with Fire’s lashes behind him, Aggie struck his hip with a flick of her crop. His lower belly. The inside of his thigh. She ducked her head slightly, still holding his gaze. The tap of her crop against the head of his cock made his entire body jerk. Pre-cum seeped from his tip, dripping on the floor. She’d have made any of her clients lick it up, but not him. Using a red-tipped finger, she collected a lingering drop from his glans and brought it to her tongue to taste him.
“You ready for some pleasure to go with that pain?” she asked.
He nodded, his throat too tight with desire to form words. Her crop struck the inside of his thigh, so close to his balls that his stomach tightened in knots.
“Spread,” she demanded.
He spread his feet apart. She sank to her knees. He stared down at her, overwhelmed by pride and love and lust. She cradled his heavy nuts in one hand and stretched her mouth wide to take his thick cock into the warm recesses within.
“You’re giving him head?” Fire said in disbelief.
Even though she was still working over the flesh of his back with practiced strikes, he’d forgotten the other woman was there until she’d spoken. He was far too lost in Aggie to care what Fire thought or did.
Aggie massaged his balls with just enough pressure to hint at pain. She completely distracted him with the power she held over him as she licked and suckled his cockhead with reverence. Pleasure and pain converged, sending him into a euphoric state, until a particularly hard slash across his shoulders brought him crashing back to Earth. He grunted in protest. Aggie paused, looking up at him in question. He shook his head slightly, trying to find his higher plane, but it had been snatched from his grasp.
Aggie placed a gentle kiss on the head of his cock before rising to her feet. Behind him, something clattered to the floor. Fire had dropped the whip. He didn’t understand why until he saw the look of fury on Aggie’s face.
“Assume the position, Fire.”
As if controlled by puppet strings, Fire bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles, her long mass of red hair trailing on the ground at her feet. Aggie lifted a flail and brought the ends down, smacking Fire’s ass and the swollen flesh between her legs. Fire was so obviously turned on, her swollen pussy was practically spilling from the fabric of her thong. Aggie moved to stand beside her.
“You brought him down on purpose, didn’t you?” Aggie said.
The next strike hit Fire at a different angle, the lashes cracking over the backs of her thighs, her pussy, and asshole. Fire jerked and released a moan of deep pleasure before spreading her legs wider and tilting her pelvis to give Aggie open access to everything between her thighs.
“I might have,” Fire said breathlessly. “I don’t remember.”
Aggie delivered three successive lashes to Fire’s pussy that made Fire quiver with delight.
“Do you remember now?” Aggie asked, staying perfectly in her role of dominatrix as her friend tugged her thong aside and spread her wet and swollen lips with her fingers.
Jace’s mouth went dry.
“No. I think I’ll remember if you punish me,” she said.
Aggie swung the ends of the flail so that they barely tapped Fire’s opening and clit.
“Harder,” Fire whimpered.
“Are you going to remember your place?”
Jace couldn’t seem to stop his hand from circling his rigid cock. He’d never witnessed Aggie in such a position of power. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he was sure he’d die on the spot, but he didn’t want to interrupt.
“Yes, yes,” Fire moaned. “I’ll do anything you want. Send me flying.”
Aggie’s gentle lashes against Fir
e’s center quickly had her sputtering with orgasm. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, her body quaking and her breathing erratic. “Thank you, Mistress,” she said and kissed Aggie’s boot. “Thank you.”
Jace was out of his mind with lust. He pulled Aggie against his chest and devoured her mouth. One hand gripped her soft ass while the other struggled to free her hair from its braid. He wanted the silky curtain of her hair around them as he fucked her. When her hair was loose, he clutched a handful and jerked her head back. “Panties off,” he growled, too far gone to think about what he was doing. He just had to get inside her. Fill her. Surround himself with her. Lose himself in her. His Aggie.
She shimmied out of her panties and gasped when he pressed her against the nearest wall. She clung to his shoulders, and he used his hand on his cock to find her. He slipped into her hot, drenched pussy with a groan of bliss and used the wall for leverage as he thrust deep. He was vaguely aware of her legs around his hips, his hands on her ass, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he thrust into her. When lashes against his back added pain to his blend of pleasure and sensation, he called her name in tormented bliss. He couldn’t separate the pleasure from the pain from the emotion. It was all Aggie. Aggie. His demon. His angel. His friend. His lover. His everything.
“Oh fuck,” Jace cried as his body exceeded the pinnacle of rapture and his orgasm exploded, cum erupting deep inside her body. His fingers dug into her ass to hold her still as his final thrust buried his cock to the hilt and he filled her with vigorous pulses of his seed. The stinging lashes against his back intensified, sending him into a mindless state of euphoria far more intense than an ordinary orgasm. He wasn’t sure when Fire stopped striking him or when Aggie shifted position so that her feet were on the floor and she was holding him in her arms, his chest pressed tightly to the soft mounds of her breasts. He’d been so caught up in whatever the hell that had been that he wasn’t even sure if Aggie had come.
“Shit, Ice,” Fire said somewhere behind him, drawing him partially out of the peace of his reverie. “No wonder you love the guy. He fucks like a maniac. Jesus, how many times did he make you come?”
Aggie’s arms tightened around him, and she chuckled. “A few,” she said.
Thank God. He’d hate to think that he’d been the only one to derive pleasure from that mind-blowing session.
“He is amazing in bed,” Aggie continued dreamily, “but that’s not why I love him. I love him because he feels emotions more deeply than any man I’ve ever known, and he accepts all that I am—good and bad—and doesn’t want to change me or erase my past. I can be myself with him.”
Who in their right mind would want to change a perfect woman or prevent her from being her wonderful self? He’d tell Aggie that later, when they were alone. Now that he wasn’t delirious with lust, with pleasure, with pain, he was acutely aware of the strange woman standing behind him.
“You better marry the guy before someone comes along and steals him from you,” Fire said.
“Is that a threat, Starr?” Aggie murmured.
“An observation.”
Aggie leaned away slightly and cupped Jace’s face between her hands. His entire body was aching, throbbing, stinging from the orchestrations of their punishments, but he was most conscious of the gentle press of her fingertips to his cheeks.
“Anyone who tries is going to have one hell of a fight on her hands. This man is mine.”
Even though Starr was still observing them, he couldn’t resist kissing Aggie deeply. Sometimes it was easier to show her how he felt rather than say it. He’d marry her tomorrow if she’d allow it. She kept telling him they’d know when the time was right—that a marriage license was just a piece of paper and it didn’t mean anything—but being able to call her his wife meant the world to him. He just wasn’t sure how to let her know that. He deepened the kiss and pulled her closer, needing her to experience the depth of his devotion. Her arms shifted so she could wrap them around his back, and she stroked the marked flesh with just enough pressure to bring back memories of the delicious blows he’d experienced only moments before. He sucked a breath through his teeth when the less pleasant sting of salt in an open wound interrupted his pleasure.
Aggie straightened abruptly and stared at her fingertips over his shoulder.
“Blood?” she growled, her gaze lifting to Starr. “You made him bleed?”
“Just a little,” Starr said.
“I told you that was a hard boundary,” Aggie said. “No blood.”
“That’s your hard boundary,” Jace said. “Not mine.”
In his past, he’d bled plenty of times after a session, but Aggie had only drawn blood on him once, and it had rattled her so completely that she’d dropped her guard and allowed him close enough to make love to her. He wondered if that was why she was so inconsolably pissed that Starr had made him bleed.
“I wasn’t trying to make him bleed,” Starr said. “I just got a little carried away when he was coming. I’ve never seen a guy come that hard and in my line of work, I’ve seen a fair share of male orgasms.”
“Aggie, it’s really okay,” Jace said quietly.
“I disagree,” she said, glaring at Starr over his shoulder. “But it’s too late to prevent it now. Let’s go clean you up so you don’t get an infection.”
Good idea. He hated hospitals, and trying to explain to a medical professional how his whip lashes had gotten infected might be a bit embarrassing.
Chapter Two
Aggie winced as she eased Jace’s hips back and his soft cock slipped from her body. She was going to be walking funny for days after being fucked so vigorously. It had been entirely worth it, and she knew how worked up he got when taking his pain with pleasure, but apparently watching her bring another domme to her knees with a whip-induced orgasm had taken him beyond even that. She grinned to herself and reached for a towel to catch the cum trickling down the inside of her thigh. Jace had released one hell of a load inside her, and she didn’t want to get it all over her leather boots.
He flushed as he looked down and realized what she was doing. If they’d been alone, it wouldn’t have bothered him, but they still had an audience, and she was sure that now that he’d regained his senses, he’d struggle with that.
“Put your pants on,” Aggie demanded of him in her most authoritative Mistress V voice. “I don’t want to have to look at your cock unless it’s hard and ready to fuck me again.”
She noted the look of relief on his handsome face as he obeyed her by doing exactly what he wanted to do. Starr seemed impressed by his sudden willingness to obey, but Aggie knew that he wouldn’t have put his pants on unless he wanted to. The women ogled his perfect ass as he slipped into his jeans. They sighed in unison and then laughed when they realized what they were doing. Jace glanced at them over his shoulder as he fastened his fly. Aggie winked at him and approached to take a closer look at the crisscrossed welts on his back. Several of them were close to bleeding; she could see tiny beads of blood just under the skin. Only one lash had actually breached the surface. It was far less serious than when he’d made her lose her head during their first session. Starr’d had more restraint than she’d had. Of course Starr had had warning about the way he took his punishment and Aggie had gone in blind. That was still no excuse for drawing blood, Aggie chastised herself for the thousandth time. She’d promised him—and herself—that she’d never draw blood on him again.
“God, I’m still horny,” Starr admitted as she followed them out of the main dungeon and to the room where Aggie disinfected her implements and the occasional bleeding scratch. “Can you help me take the edge off, Ice?”
Aggie stiffened. Making Starr come to excite Jace was one thing; getting her off after a session, another thing entirely. Aggie had already told the woman that she didn’t want Jace to know that she and Starr had once had a sexual relationship. It had been a long time ago, but it was the one relationship Aggie had never shared with Jace. P
robably because no one had ever hurt her the way Starr had and because for almost a decade, Aggie had been trying to forget it ever happened.
“A spare vibrator I can ram up there. A fucking fist,” Starr muttered. “Something.”
Aggie’s shoulders sagged with relief. That had been a close one. Starr had almost let Aggie’s secret slip in front of Jace, and she didn’t want to have to try to explain it to him. She was still a bit puzzled about it herself.
“You have ten perfectly functional fingers,” Aggie reminded her.
“You’re really going to make me do this the old-fashioned way?”
“Do you remember how?”
Aggie eased Jace down on a stool and went to rummage through her first aid kit for supplies.
Starr chuckled. “If I need help, Jace can remind me how to please a pussy. He seems to know what he’s doing.”
Aggie glanced at him so she could watch him blush and stare uncomfortably at his bare feet. She grinned to herself, loving that look. She had a difficult time making him blush these days, but others could still set him off without a problem.
Aggie turned back to her first aid kit and within a minute heard the unmistakable sound of a wet pussy getting worked over. Aggie closed her eyes and shook her head. Porn stars had no shame.
“Do you have to do that here?” Aggie asked casually and moved to stand behind Jace so she could tend to his back.
“Your man put me in this condition—I think he should have to
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