by Claire Marta
Sitting back I admire the black leather against her creamy skin. “How does it feel? Any pinching or pulling?”
“No,” she spits.
“Watch the attitude. I would hate to have to punish you after just giving you a gift.”
“You and I have very different ideas about what the word gift means.”
I reach around and smack her on the ass faster than she can protest. “Let’s go over to the sofa, it’s time for your discipline. You will thank me for every stroke, fifteen today. It was going to be only ten, but you decided to be a brat.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“You should be.”
Moving over to the sofa I stretch her over my lap and give her the required marks. It’s not fun for either one of us, though I do enjoy her tears.
“Now,” I say, after some time spent with her curled up in my lap recovering. “You have class soon, do you not? Go and get ready for that. I’ll see you at the club later.”
“Yes, sir.” She shuffles out the door and I get a lovely view of her reddened ass framed by black leather.
Layla
“He’s making me wear a chastity belt!” I complain to Eli when he finds me skulking around the store rooms of the club. I’m going insane. After hours at my classes in the thing and now at work, I feel like I’m about to combust. Not that Thomas will do anything about it. I swear to the goddess he’ll get enjoyment out of it. All he seems to want to do is spank me. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been keeping out of the way of the main floor this evening. That and hoping not to run into whoever sent me the roses and human heart.
Laughter lights Eli’s gaze. “You mean no one else can raid your castle while he’s not with you?”
I can’t stop myself snorting at his joke. “It’s not funny! I feel like a helpless medieval maiden.”
“Well you do have a dragon guarding your treasure and you’re not the only sub in the club wearing a chastity device so relax.” My friend continues to tease, eyeing the baggy shirt I’m wearing and comfy sweatpants. “Are you going to let him plunder your gold?”
It takes me a second to realize what he’s getting at. “How do you know…”
“Oh please.” Eli rolls his eyes, leaning his shoulder against the frame of the door. “It’s obvious you're a virgin. It's not a secret how you sneak off to get yourself off either, you know. Not that you’ll be doing that anymore.”
Eyes widening in disbelief, I shake my head, sending my green hair rippling around my shoulders. “Oh, goddess no…”
“The Doms use you as a meter.”
I don’t like the sound of that. Why don’t I like the sound of that? Flicking a loose strand of hair out of my eyes I frown. “A meter?”
He glances towards the door lowering his voice. “If you slink off to pleasure yourself, they’ve done an amazing scene. If you don’t, they know something was lacking. They even ask when you’re working so they can set their scenes up around the same hours. You're like a good luck omen.”
Scrunching up my nose, I absently run my hand over the shape of my chastity belt beneath my sweatpants. “We’ll they’re all going to be disappointed now. Maybe they can petition Master Thomas to remove it.”
“I have a feeling that’s not going to work with your new Dom. You're just going to have to learn to behave yourself. So are you going to give me a peek? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“No!” Grumbling under my breath I move past him knowing I can’t stay hidden in the back forever. I’m aware of the instrument of my torture brushing against my skin as I walk. Rubbing, wiggling, squirming, nothing has brought me relief in its confines. The lock won’t budge and my fingers can’t slip between the sides.
“If I don’t have an orgasm soon, I’m going to die!” I complain dramatically. “This thing I’m wearing is tighter than Fort Knox.”
Eli trails after me. “Maybe he’ll reward you tonight if you're good.”
“Yeah and the ocean might freeze over. I’ve given myself over into the hands of a sadist.” Laughter erupts from behind me and I spin to glare at my friend. “It’s not funny!”
“Come on. We better get back to work before someone notices were missing.” Taking my arm he steers me back onto the main floor. Half naked flesh is everywhere. Moans and groans float through the air from the public scenes taking place. I’m not about to linger and torture myself more by watching. Thomas has ruined even that little piece of fun for me.
Resigning myself to a long evening, I head for the private rooms and my awaiting cleaning cart. I catch a glimpse of him up on stage with another sub. Gritting my teeth I try to ignore her whimpers of pleasure. Of course he gives it to the subs he scenes with.
Goddess forbid he actually gives me some.
Tossing my hair moodily over my shoulder, I flounce towards the stairs. I frown when I find the cart already out of the storage cupboard, prepped and ready for me. Eli? Or one of the other staff being kind? Maybe someone’s taken pity on me.
Grabbing the bottle of unopened mineral water resting on top, I unscrew the lid and take a long gulp. My thoughts swirl to the bloodied heart and the roses.
Thomas had been adamant he hadn’t sent them. Maybe it had been someone's idea of a sick joke? I don’t like the thought of my address being known by such a person. It makes me uneasy.
Heat prickles my skin. Retrieving my bottle I drink some more water.
Although Thomas had shown brief concern something prevented me from telling him about the rest of the macabre gift. Trust, I realize. I haven’t given it to him fully yet. Still not sure if he’s the right Dom for me. If he can meet all my needs.
Pushing the cart along the hall, I listen for sounds of occupants within. Normally I have to wait but for once I find one of them empty.
Widening the door that’s been left ajar, I take in the clean looking sex toys that have been left out on a table. That’s odd. Stepping inside, I check them confirming none of them have been used. Maybe one of the Doms has set up ready for later.
Licking my parched lips, I tug at the collar of my shirt. Is it getting tropical in here? Goddess I’m hot. A wave of dizziness sends me staggering. When my legs threatened to give out a muscular arm wraps around my middle, preventing me from falling.
“Did you miss me, little ghost?” A gravelly voice purrs in my ear.
Enrico.
Confusion and panic collide, as the tiger gathers me into his arms. The lust in his gaze is unmistakable.
“Y-you sh-shouldn’t be he-here.” I stutter.
My body feels like it's burning up. An active volcano of neediness erupting to life within me.
A confident hand cups my breast, fondling it through the material of my shirt. “The stimulants will make you more receptive to me this time. It was in your water. Silly Layla, always so trusting.”
Everything spins I'm lifted off my feet. A mattress meets my back.
“How did…” my mind floats, reason drifting just out of reach.
The sound of ripping reaches my ears, cool air rushing over my bare chest as my shirt is shredded followed by my bra.
“I still have friends here.” Enrico growls, his tongue swiping possessively over my nipple. “You think that vampire can stop me from taking what I want? Or that pathetic excuse for a dragon?”
Whimpering, I try to lift my hands to fend him off but my limbs don’t seem to work. The heat inside me continues to build and all my drug riddled mind can focus on is the desperate need for pleasure.
It’s wrong I can’t. Promised Thomas.
Hands caress my hips, moving to the top of my sweatpants. “Are you drenched for me, little ghost? Ready to have my fat cock filling up your pretty cunt?”
As the material is yanked down to my knees, I hear Enirco swear. “What the fuck is this?”
The chastity belt. Sobbing in relief, I thank the goddess and Thomas for his new gift. He’d told me a witch had created it. Without key or the magic of it’s crea
tor Enrico can open it. His plans to rape me are ruined.
Fingers clamp around my nipples, twisting them painfully making my cry out in pain. “You think this is going to stop me, Layla?” He snarls, his anger vibrating through every inch of him. “I may not get you pussy tonight but you will take my cock. You’ll be desperate to please me as the stimulants run their course. Beg me to let you come but thanks to your new Dom it won’t happen.”
The sound of a zipper lowering whispers loudly in the room. Turning my head, I find Enirco kneeling beside me on the mattress, his hard cock in hand. Stroking himself, he fists my hair with his free one.
“No.” As I say the word he pushes his length past my lips and roughly down my throat. Gagging with his thickness, my arms move weakly against the bed.
The taste of him fills my drugged senses. Tears burning my eyes, I screw them tightly shut to keep out the sight of his leering handsome face.
Thomas
I’m observing the couple I’ve been mentoring for the past week. The husband and wife have needed a little help figuring out where the lines between consensual BDSM and abuse lie.
I feel like this is another one of Adam’s little tests. I don’t usually spend more than a night or two with people before I’m scheduled to move on. They can always get scheduled for more time, but the club has grown in popularity over the last year or so and membership has skyrocketed.
“Master Adam requests your presence in his office,” Adam’s assistant tells me. I look to him and meet his eyes, there’s something underlying his words that makes my guard go up.
Turning back to the couple I ask, “are you two okay?”
“Yes, thank you, Master Thomas.” The Dom dips his head to me and I return the nod.
I follow Adam’s assistant—I don’t remember his name—across the club and behind the bar. Eli meets my eyes, his blue ones filled with worry and my concern grows.
We climb up the stairs and enter Adam’s office. I am not prepared for what I find.
Adam and another man are sitting on the sofa, Layla between them. Though she’s not the Layla I’m acquainted with.
Her face is flushed, eyes glassy, and she’s squirming like there are ants in her pants. “What’s going on?”
Adam turns to me. “She’s been drugged. As far as Samuel can tell, it’s a stimulant.”
The other man, Samuel, glances over. I hide my surprise at seeing an identical face to Eli’s boyfriend, Callum, staring me down. “Unfortunately there’s nothing that we can do. Even magically. I can dull her symptoms, but this is the type of thing that has to just run its course. Though you can always help speed the process up.”
“Drugged? Run its course? What the fuck are you talking about? Who did this?”
“Who do you think?” Adam spits, “that fucking tiger. I swear to fuck I’m going to rip his heart out through his ass.”
“Enrico? He was here? How? Where the fuck is the security? Where is he now?”
I’m fuming, my body is heating and I need to light someone on fire.
“Things need to change around here,” Adam growls, “this isn’t the first time security has dropped the ball. The Mistress and I are going to have a long talk after this. The bastard is with Mystic.
Samuel was able to call a few of his brothers, they’re detectives with the council and they take things like drugging and attempted rape very seriously.”
“Attempted rape?” It takes all my control not to yell.
“Marius,” he gestures to his assistant, “was doing his rounds and found them. All the important members of my team know—not only about your D/s relationship—but they know her, and they know that walking deadman.”
“It was obvious when I walked in what was going on. She was totally unresponsive except for twitching and her whimpers. Even if it wasn’t for that, I was there the night he was suspended.”
I want to go to Enrico and rip his limbs off while he’s still living, then burn him to a crisp. I can already hear the screams.
Crossing the room I sit on the sofa, in the spot that Samuel vacates for me. Pulling Layla in my arms, I take a few breaths. Now is not the time for revenge.
They have her wrapped in a blanket, I move it aside and see that Adam kept her chastity belt on. Good, though this is a serious situation, it’s not the type of emergency that requires its removal.
“When you say attempted rape, what exactly do you mean?”
Marius shifts and glances at Adam before focusing on me. “I mean, I had to magically pull his cock out of her mouth. If I didn’t have access to magic I think it would have been a fight. And the last thing we need is more speculation amongst the members.”
“Yes, the Mistress is not happy. But none of you have to worry about that.” Adam says.
I can feel my fire in my fingertips, just waiting to be unleashed, but Layla bucks in my arms, a whimper spilling from her throat.
“Take her home. Care for her until the stimulants run their course.” Samuel says.
“I am sorry, Adam,” I tell him, “it seems we keep running into problems.”
“Well, seeing as it’s not your fault directly try not to worry, Thomas. We’ll deal with this latest issue. Focus on your submissive.”
Adjusting Layla’s squirming body in my arms I stand and walk out of the office.
***
Laying Layla in the center of my bed, I have to once again push down my rage. The drugs are still affecting her and I can’t see her suffering anymore. Even though it goes far beyond the consensual side of BDSM, I have to take care of my submissive.
Taking the key out of my pocket I unlock the chastity belt. “Can you hear me, Layla?”
No response except the shifting of her legs as she rubs her thighs together. I can smell her arousal and my stomach turns, knowing that she’s not in her right mind.
“I’m going to take care of you, nymph. I promise.” I run my hand through her soft, green hair.
Going to my closest, I pull down a box full of toys I haven’t used in a while. Setting the box on the bed, I reach over to the nightstand and pull out the lube.
Flipping the lid of the box off, I pull out my favorite silicone dildo. It’s eight and a half inches, rigid, and has a slight curve.
Flicking the cap on the lube, I very generously coat the toy. Shifting so I am sitting between Layla’s spread legs, I set a hand on her thigh. “I’m going to help you, do you want that?”
“Please,” she moans.
I hate this, but that’s as close to consent as I’m going to get. Keeping the dildo in one hand, I move the other one from her hip, down to her thigh, and then closer to where she needs it the most.
Her body trembles from need...from the drugs.
I insert one finger into her tight heat and she moans. “Shh, I’m here.” I don’t waste any time and insert another.
I take my time fingering her, it’s all very clinical and not at all how I thought the first time would be.
Slowly, I remove my fingers and press the tip of the dildo to her entrance. Layla shifts her hips and I push the dildo in. It’s slow going, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I fuck her with the toy and use my other hand to flick her clit. Layla moans, rolls her hips, and rides the wave of pleasure I give her.
Normally this sight would excite me, but all I feel is rage. How dare that asshole take away our choices.
There’s nothing I can do about him tonight, unfortunately, but the next time we cross paths, it’s not going to end well for him.
By the time Layla comes I’m exhausted. Having to fight back my natural instincts has worn me out.
Luckily it seems that my ministrations has done the trick. Layla’s eyes are still a bit glassy, but she keeps blinking like she’s about to fall asleep, and she’s no longer shifting like an animal in heat.
I clean her up and throw the toy in the sink to be dealt with later. After washing my hands, I change into sleep pants and then crawl into bed.
Humming softly in my dry throat, my eyes blink open. Sunlight is streaming in through the gap in the curtains. I recognize Thomas’s bedroom. The man himself is nestled behind me, his groin pressed tightly to my ass.
Laying still, I try to piece together the events of the previous night. I remember being at the club. My body on fire with arousal.
Enrico.
Jerking a hand to my mouth, I wipe it across my lips in shame and disgust. Its hazy but I remember his grunts as he’d fucked my mouth. The filthy words he growled to me. Laying helpless unable to move. After that everything is a blank.
How did I get here? Where’s the tiger shifter now? Did Thomas save me?
I’m aware of a strange dull ache low in my abdomen. A feeling I’ve never experienced before. A tenderness between my legs.
“Nymph?”
Glancing to my left I find Thomas watching me gravely.
My bottom lip begins to wobble. Emotions shattering, I burst into tears. I’m scared. Frightened. Traumatized by something I can barely remember and the black hole in my thoughts.
Gathering me up in his muscled arms he holds me gently against his chest. “Shhh. It will be okay.”
“He-he...put his cock in my mouth.” I sob burying my face into the safety of his neck. “I couldn’t fight...I tried so hard, but I couldn’t.”
“I know. The stimulants in your system worked against you but you're safe now.”
Crying harder, I cling to him desperate for reassurance. “He was...go-going to rape me.”
The arms surrounding my tighten fractionally, his palms caressing the length of my spine until I calm.
“How much of last night do you remember Layla?” Thomas asks once I’ve quieten.
Rubbing the lingering tears from my eyes with the back of my hand, I sigh. “Everything up to Enrico putting his…” I shudder in revulsion as memories replay. “Nothing else after that. He couldn’t steal my flower because of the chastity belt. At least he didn’t take that.”
Thomas is silent, his fingers still moving idly over my skin.
