Sinners at the Altar

by Olivia Cunning

  “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 Fire’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 j
ust 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. Probably 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 watch me come out of it.”

  But Jace wasn’t watching. He was staring intently at the floor. His face was so red, Aggie was surprised it didn’t burst into flames.

  Starr started making her obviously practiced porn sounds, moaning and groaning far more than the action of her fingers dictated. When she began to fuck herself with the handle of Aggie’s whip, Jace turned on the stool so he was facing the opposite direction and crammed his fingers into both ears.

  Starr’s mantra of, “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh yeah, I’m coming,” didn’t faze Aggie in the least, but she found Jace’s reaction of chanting “La la la la la, la la la la la,” amusing.

  She grinned to herself as she saturated his cut with antiseptic spray. Jace’s spine straightened involuntarily, and his fingers slipped out of his ears just as Starr let out a final cry of release and then slowed her motions to bring herself down.

  “Hope you like your new whip,” Aggie remarked. Even if she could easily clean the remnants of Starr’s orgasm from the handle, she’d never be able to hold it in her hand without thinking about where it had been.

  “It’s not as good as cock, but sometimes you have to improvise.”

  Jace snorted and then curled toward his knees as he was captured by an incontrollable case of the giggles. “Eric is never going to believe this,” he said.

  “What he’s not going to believe is that you didn’t watch her come, Tripod,” Aggie teased, using Eric’s nickname for Jace.

  “He’ll take away my man card if he ever finds out.”

  Aggie slipped her arms around his neck and kissed his ear, missing the closeness they usually shared after sex. “Love you,” she whispered.

  He glanced over his shoulder to observe Starr, who was still playing with herself, but a bit less enthusiastically than before. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I’m just… tired.”

  She hadn’t expected him to vocally return the sentiment—not with Starr as a witness—so she didn’t press. Later, when they were alone, she’d make him say it a hundred times.

  “Then you’d better head upstairs and take a nap,” she said. “I’ll need you well rested for what I have in mind for later tonight.”

  He reached up and clasped her wrist. “Just us,” he said firmly.

  She smiled and kissed his ear again. “Just us,” she whispered.

  His body relaxed before her. She hadn’t realized he’d been so tense until his muscles went lax. While their experience with Starr had been incredibly intense and sexually satisfying, it had lacked the intim
acy she and Jace usually shared. It warmed her heart to realize he craved those moments of connection—of tenderness and love—as much as she did.

  Maybe she should marry the guy. He’d told her he was ready whenever she was, but something about being labeled as someone’s wife didn’t sit well with her. It seemed too ordinary for what they shared. Too conventional. Too… subservient.

  Jace stood from the stool and stretched his arms over his head, ending with a wide yawn. “It was nice to meet you, Starr. Thanks for not taking it easy on me. I’m going to head upstairs for a nap.”

  “Nice to meet you as well, babydoll,” Starr said and lifted her hand from her very exposed pussy to offer Jace a shake.

  He took a step backward and nodded at her. “Yeah,” he said to the floor, avoiding Starr’s amused eyes. He opened the door to the small lobby where clients waited for their turn in the dungeon. Today it was empty except for a black and white cat who released a piteous meow the moment she laid eyes on her long absent human. Jace scooped Brownie off the floor and cradled her against his bare chest as he carried her to the stairs.

  “Did you miss me?” he asked the cat.

  “Brow rowww rown,” the cat responded.

  “No shit?” he said, as if he and the cat had a shared language only they understood. “No tuna at all? That sucks. I’ll have words with her about that.”

  “Browww—” Brownie’s unusual meow was cut off by her loud and persistent purr as she rubbed her face against Jace’s jaw, one of her claws caught securely in his gold hoop earring so he couldn’t escape her affection.

  Through the dungeon doorway, Aggie watched them ascend the stairs until they were no longer visible. Starr’s hand on her shoulder wiped the tender smile from Aggie’s face.

  “He’s a cutie pie,” Starr said, her breath hot against Aggie’s shoulder. “No wonder you gave up your independence and career to serve his needs.”

  Aggie stiffened. She hadn’t given up her independence or her career. Well, she didn’t strip for a living anymore, but she didn’t really have time for it when following Jace around the world as he toured. And maybe the number of clients she served in the dungeon had been reduced to a trickle, but any time she wanted to take on a dominatrix job, Jace didn’t complain. The weird thing was, she no longer got the same joy out of being domme to those who’d pay her tribute. Not unless it was Jace under her lash. He gave her everything she needed to feel complete. Shit, maybe Starr was right. Maybe she had gone soft. Maybe she had given up her independence and career to serve Jace. And maybe it wasn’t any of Starr’s business, because for the first time in her life she was happy.