Master Salvador's Dilemma [The Blood Red Rose Club 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Clair de Lune

  Salvador heard the click as the flip-top of lube was lifted, but he didn’t take his eyes off Olafur’s. He saw the man’s eyes widen as he, too, knew what was coming. There would be that moment of burning pain as the fingers penetrated his hole. Salvador read it in Olafur’s eyes, but he read expectation and dawning excitement there, too. There was no doubt that he wanted to be fucked as much as Edward wanted to fuck him, and Salvador wanted to see the effects in those blue orbs. He moaned around Salvador’s cock as Edward’s fingers must have found his sweet spot, caressing it and causing his hips to buck. The vibrations of his moans around Salvador’s dick made it difficult for Salvador to control his urge to fuck Olafur’s mouth. He wanted something special. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, and I’m going to hang on until Edward and I come at the same time if it kills me, and it damn near is killing me. The rip of the condom foil caused Olafur’s eyes to flare then Edward pushed his thick cock deep into Olafur’s hole and began to fuck him. The slow, steady, deep strokes moved Olafur’s whole body. Salvador thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Olafur continued his ministrations to Salvador for as long as he could until Edward picked up the pace, eventually pounding into his sub for all he was worth. Olafur’s eyes clouded with lust and pleasure and his mouth increased its suction but he was content to let Salvador fuck his mouth. Salvador felt the familiar gathering sensation then stilled as his release washed over him and jets of semen flowed from his cock, at almost the same moment Edward roared his release, half falling over Olafur’s back as his knees gave way. The Icelander released Salvador’s cock and rested on his hands and knees. It was all over for the two Doms, but the sub, who had performed so well for them, was needy and unfulfilled. Edward managed to stand up and nodded to Salvador as he went to the bathroom. Salvador gestured to the bed.

  “Up there on your back, knees bent.”

  Once Olafur was in position, Salvador used his hands to maintain his arousal and get his cock ready for the condom. Taking one from the basket, trapping the man’s gaze, he ripped the foil and gently smoothed it over the fat purple head and down the smooth column of his erection. Olafur’s eyes never left Salvador’s. Madre de Dios, but he’s beautiful. Once the condom had been smoothed over Olafur’s cock, Salvador knelt and took the man’s dick into his mouth. Sucking his cheeks in, he bobbed his head up and down. He couldn’t see the man’s eyes now, but he knew they would be fixed on him, as he’d ordered. He took Olafur’s sac in one hand and gently but firmly rolled his balls, responding to the pants and gasps as he learned what his sub liked. Letting him enjoy the bite of pain, he drove him to a screaming, writhing orgasm and felt the hot semen flow, before releasing Olafur’s cock.

  Ten minutes later they were all cleaned up and lying together in a contented mess of entwined limbs on the big bed. Olafur lay between them, his chest pressed to Edward’s back and Salvador’s chest to his back. Salvador tenderly caressed the blond head with one slim hand as he inhaled the scent of sex and this man he had so longed to fuck. It had been even more amazing than he’d hoped. He kissed and nibbled the nape of the Icelander’s neck and was pleased to feel the answering wriggle of his buttocks against his spent cock. He was going to remember this for a long time. As he drifted off to sleep he wondered how exactly Rose fit into all this and how on earth he was going to find her again.

  Chapter Five

  Rose was even more unhappy since she’d been to the club. She’d gone to see if it was a solution to her problems and all she’d done was find more. It was the story of her life. She’d wanted to explore the lifestyle. Trust her to get off on the wrong foot. Then she’d ended up in a scene with the same Dom. How could fate have done that to her? She’d been afraid Master Salvador was going to take payment for that scratch and her lack of respect by giving her the spanking of her life. She’d been struck by the arrested expression in his eyes as he looked at her. What was that about? Does he know me from somewhere? I don’t think so. I would never have forgotten such a striking man if I’d seen him before.

  Then there was that spanking. She’d been expecting a good hard punishment at his hands, but instead he’d given her one of the most erotic and arousing spankings of her life. What am I thinking? It’s the only erotic spanking I’ve ever had. One or two boyfriends had swatted her playfully, but nothing compared to what Master Salvador had done. When she remembered all the cream that flowed down her thighs she blushed. What must he have thought? She blushed again as she remembered he’d tasted her cream and liked it or so he’d said. She’d thought that after he’d given her two orgasms and petted her it meant something to him. I must be bloody stupid. He was only doing his job as a paid Dom in the club, catering to a client. Drat the man, why am I still thinking about him? Why am I wasting my time fantasising about him? She picked up her Tatty Teddy and cuddled him. He at least didn’t disappoint. He was always the same and always comforting. She’d do better to remember that in future.

  When Master Salvador gathered me into his arms and petted me I was so sure there was some hope, some deeper connection between us. I felt it, so why didn’t he? What a fool I am. Then Edward had spoken the words that shattered her hopes and dreams again. She’d had no wish to stay and watch Master Salvador fuck that blond boy, Olafur, after all he’d done to her. What had Edward had in store for her? When she’d known him at school he’d always had a wild reputation. She’d had no wish to be on the receiving end of a flogging whilst listening to or, worse still watching Master Salvador fuck Olafur. What was that about with him, too? She’d felt a deep connection to Olafur. He was gay and she respected that, but nevertheless there had been wordless communication. I could tell he was unhappy, too. I read understanding and compassion for me in his eyes. How did he guess? How did I guess? I just know he’d have told me what was wrong with him if bloody Edward hadn’t come back. Ah well, I’m never going to see him again so I’ll never find out.

  She’d do better to put it all out of her mind, put all of them out of her mind. She stood up and checked the door to her flat was locked then, with dragging steps, she went into the bathroom to prepare herself for bed. It was going to be another night alone with her frustration. She wanted someone who’d care for her, understand her, love her, and laugh with her. She wanted the kind of intimacy that comes when two soul-mates become a unit. Was that too much to ask for? She’d thought that maybe Master Salvador was the one when he’d looked at her in that odd way, as if struck by something deeper and more profound. She’d felt a stirring in her heart, and in spite of her misgivings, she’d put every ounce of feeling she possessed into the look she gave him in return. He’d bestowed such pleasure on her. Then, just when she was at her most vulnerable, he’d rejected her. It had been like a bucket of icy water in her face. Why was I so bloody stupid as to hope and think this time it was different? Obviously I was mistaken again. I have no luck finding or keeping a man. Worn out, she climbed into bed. Sleep and the blessed oblivion she craved eluded her. Finally she gave up the struggle. She sat up, put on the light, and reached for her journal. It was under her bag. The bag fell to the floor and the contents spilled out. The scrap of paper she’d found when she’d put her clothes on was among the things she collected and replaced. She read it with astonishment.

  “I don’t know why I feel so close to you but I do. This is my telephone number. Edward is always out on Wednesday evenings. I’d like to get to know you better, Rose, will you call me? Olaf.”

  Her mouth fell open in astonishment. When did he manage to scribble that for her? She hadn’t noticed. Olaf must be the shortened form of his name. She would call him. She needed a friend and he did too. Maybe they could comfort each other and maybe one day he’d tell her what was wrong. She might even find the courage to share her past with him too. Suddenly the evening didn’t seem such a waste of time after all.

  The words flowed from her pen. The pent-up emotions and feelings filled page after page. This recounting of what she felt was always cathartic for her. One day she�
�d get it organised and into shape and maybe write a book. She smiled at her idea. What, and risk yet another rejection? Not bloody likely. After all, who’d want to read what she wrote? She laughed at herself as she turned out the light.

  Chapter Six

  Salvador awoke a few hours later to find Edward and Olafur already showered and dressed. He got out of bed and did the same.

  “Thank you both for a memorable night.”

  He shook hands with Edward and, receiving a nod from him, leaned in for a sweet, sensuous kiss from Olafur. He was surprised and delighted that Olafur returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Salvador. He drove them to the station then returned to his own flat. He paced the floor as he tried to sort out his feelings and intentions. He’d had Olafur and Rose. Do I prefer one to the other? Olafur belongs to Edward, so he isn’t really in the running, yet. If Edward behaves the way he usually does, then that could change. What about Rose? She smelled so sweet and tasted even better. The little sounds she’d made as he’d pleasured her brought a reminiscent smile to his face. Her eyes when she’d returned his look, full of sadness and pain. He’d wanted to shelter her and protect her from every wind that blew. So what did I do? I left her on the bed, when she was at her most vulnerable, and went over to play with Olafur. There’s no wonder she fled. How could I have been so crass? I should have explained what I wanted. I should have told her I would take care of her and not let Edward do more than cuddle and comfort her. She’d been afraid when she came into the room. He remembered the scared glance she’d given the St Andrew’s cross. At that point he’d just been livid that she, of all women, was going to intrude on his long-awaited night of pleasure and annoyed that Edward had brought her there. Later when she’d returned his look so intensely, he’d forgotten the scratch on his car, forgotten everything as he looked into her soul and saw there the woman he’d never thought he’d find. She’s the one who could come to mean so much to me and I hurt her. It’s unforgiveable.

  Having said that how was he to get in touch with her? He didn’t even know her last name and Edward hadn’t been helpful. Edward must have known more about her than he was letting on. However, if he hadn’t told Salvador last night he wouldn’t be inclined to tell him today. That was a closed door now. He’d better sleep on it and see if that helped.

  He spent a restless night. His dreams did little to clarify matters for him. Rose figured in them, but the eyes were those of the blond Icelander as he’d pleasured Salvador. For fuck’s sake, what am I going to do?

  For several weeks he explored every avenue he could think of. He talked to the subs and Doms in the club, but no-one even remembered seeing her. Devil was the most help.

  “I greeted them that night and told them to go straight upstairs to you, Sir. When I got to the foyer they were all three standing talking together. They didn’t speak to anyone but me.”

  “Did Master Edward mention Rose’s surname?”

  “No, Sir, he didn’t.”

  That meant there was nothing further he could do in the club. He racked his brains, but for the life of him he couldn’t come up with anything useful. He had no bloody idea who she was and where to find her. The one woman he’d felt could really mean something to him and, through his own stupidity he’d lost her. The days and weeks went past and still he had no surname for her and no means of contacting her. He did scenes in the club, hoping against hope that she might just come back. She didn’t, of course. Why would she? His life, so full of hope before, began to be a bleak place. The enjoyment of that one evening made all else pale into insignificance.

  * * * *

  How did I get myself into this? Rose was in the car with two of her friends from work. She’d been blindfolded and had no idea where they were going. That office lottery was some stupid game. How had she won this outing? Won? What did she mean? She could hardly call it a prize. She never won anything anyway. Now I’m going to be the prize for an evening, at the charity auction. Well it was in a good cause, comforts for serving troops, which was the only reason she hadn’t refused point blank to be involved in it. Comfort was what she needed and maybe a good stiff drink to keep up her courage. She smiled at that thought. She didn’t drink. It affected her too much, and so she wouldn’t take the risk.

  The car stopped and they all got out. Her friends guided her across what must have been the car-park and up some steps and through a door. It was quiet inside.

  “Are you here for the auction?” a woman asked. Rose thought she’d heard that voice before but couldn’t place it.

  “Yes, we are.”

  “The ladies’ locker room is that way. Here’s the ribbon.”

  I’m sure I know that voice. Where have I heard it before? Before she could think further, they guided her into another room.

  “Okay, Rose, take all your clothes off. We’ll put on your new costume.” There was lots of giggling while her clothes were removed, and then the “clang” of a closing locker door. Someone lifted her hair and a ribbon was fastened in a bow at the back of her neck, leaving it so that the ends trailed low over her behind and tickled. They left the locker room. The next door that opened let out the sound of classical music. Rose wasn’t much of a fan of it, but she liked what was playing now. She smelled sweat, leather, and roses.

  “Hang on. Just exactly where are we?” Rose asked. “I’m sure I’ve been here before.”

  “I don’t think so, Rose. Leastways you never told us if you did. Now you have to go up these steps. You’re going to have a great time. Stop worrying. Do be careful of the steps.”

  “Stand there and don’t move until you’re told,” a man’s voice said. He sounded as if people obeyed him, and Rose was no exception.

  “Gentlemen, welcome to the charity auction. We have a treat for you in our first lot. Rose is offering an evening of service, limits to be negotiated when you have completed the purchase. Now who is going to start me off?”

  Rose’s head had come up at the word limits. Only one sort of place talked of limits. No, not again. I can’t face another BDSM club. How on earth can I get out of this now? It’s for a good cause and I shall look a complete fool if I back out at this late stage. Nothing for it but to face the music, but I’m going to kill those two. They set me up I’m sure.

  “Twenty pounds.”

  “I’ll not even register that bid, it’s too derisory. Come along, gentlemen, don’t be shy. This auction is to provide comforts for our fighting troops. Dig deep into those wallets and let the moths out!”

  The bidding quickly rose to fifteen hundred pounds when a voice called out, “Five thousand pounds.” There was a collective gasp and no more bids.

  “Sold to the gentleman in the black hat and cloak. She’s all yours for the evening.”

  Rose was helped down off the stage and escorted up the stairs to one of the rooms. There she waited to find out who on earth had paid so much money for an evening of her time and what she was going to have to do in payment for it.

  * * * *

  Salvador arrived at the club. Bloody Valentine’s Day. He hated the very idea. Just some stupid marketing opportunity thought up by card manufacturers and now de rigeur. No man dared ignore it if he wanted domestic peace. “L” had come up with this idea of the auction to raise funds for comforts for the fighting troops. He had no problem with that. He did, however, object to getting into fancy dress. I’m not a circus clown and there's no reason to dress like one. It had made no difference as he’d had his way. He’d decided he’d do the minimum in the way of costume. The subs all seemed to be in red or black and hearts, and Devils abounded. Salvador wore a long black cloak wrapped around him and slung over one shoulder. His hat was the flat-brimmed, black sombrero cordobés he wore at home. He stood straight and proud. The auction began. He looked at the “lot” and couldn’t believe his eyes. It can’t be her. She wouldn’t come back here. He looked and saw the rose tattooed on her breast. It must be her. Maybe she didn’t think I’d be here. I still can’t beli
eve she came back. Now I have to make sure she’s mine for the evening. I can’t have any other Dom laying hands on her now that I’ve found her again. She isn’t going to like it if I do win the bidding, so I shall have to tread very carefully with her. I need to explain so much, but will she listen to me?

  He listened to what “L” was saying. The offer was for one evening with her and the limits to be negotiated. The bids were small to start with, but when they started to get higher he took a decision.

  “Five thousand pounds.” There was a silence, then a buzz of conversation and some odd glances cast his way. His preferences were well-known, but no one bid higher.

  “Sold to the gentleman in the black cloak.”

  Now I’m going to have my work cut out. He watched her taken up the stairs and shook his head when the Dom who led her indicated the BDSM room. He didn’t want her in there, where there were too many memories. He indicated an ordinary bedroom and the Dom raised his eyebrows in disbelief but led her in there. Salvador gave her five minutes to think about what was to come then he walked in and shut the door.

  Walking over to Rose, he tugged at the ties of the blindfold and let it drop to the floor. She was dazzled just at first, even by the soft lighting in the room. He stood behind her, allowing her eyes to become accustomed to light again. He noticed she rubbed her eyes. So she’d been blindfolded a while then. He'd bet she didn’t know where she was or she’d never have come.