From a table that stood next to the cross the hooded man retrieved several chains linked together. Two chains had small clamps on each end, the longest of the three a larger looking clamp.
When he affixed the first clamp to her nipple, she screamed. Jana nearly jumped out of her skin, sending her leash swaying across her body. Immediately, Nicolas pulled her into the shelter of his embrace. As she leaned her back against his chest, Jana could feel his hard erection, which had evidently been stimulated by the scene. For that matter, Lisa’s breathing intensified with each inhale and release.
Shit! Jana’s own nipples began the slow tightening that announced her approaching excitement; or was it because Nicolas was quietly grounding his pelvis against her ass?
The brunette on the cross seemed prepared, focused as the next clamp was applied, leaving a single chain with the large clamp dangling at the apex of her thighs. When the hooded man dropped to his knees, Jana sucked in a tight breath of disbelief.
He wouldn’t.
Oh. My. God.
He did.
With just a move of his hand he slipped the larger clamp over the poor woman’s clit. The most bloodcurdling scream tore from her throat as she threw back her head.
Jana began to shake. She couldn’t help it. Nicolas quieted her when he slipped his palms over her silk-covered breasts and began to knead softly. She felt the leather of his pants against her legs, the cheeks of her ass, and his erection pressing into her back.
In a hushed tone, he said, “He’s not doing anything she hasn’t had done before, or doesn’t find pleasurable. Trust me.” His deep, sexy voice washed over her like calming water. He stroked her with reassurance. “We should move on. You might not be ready for what’s next.”
He was right. What she had seen was enough for the first time. “Don’t you ever think of putting that thing on my clit,” she said, drawing out a quiet chuckle from him as they pushed through the crowd and out the door.
“What about the nipple clamps? Would you let me tease you, make you horny and hot, then slip them on so that the pressure remained while I fuck you?” Nicolas asked as he slipped his hand under the corset and tweaked her nipple.
“I-I don’t know,” she stuttered, unable to think.
“We’ll work on it.” He issued the sinful promise, sending a thrill up her spine as they began to move through the crowd. “This next room is the Red Room, or the suspension room.” Nicolas ushered both ladies through the door.
Jana’s palm flew to her mouth.
What the fuck had she gotten herself into? It was a freak show. Unconsciously her hand drifted to her throat as she felt the collar around her neck and gave it a pull.
Three people were hanging from the ceiling by chains and leather straps. One woman dangled, a foot off the ground, bound by her hands. Muscles and tendons stretched to their limits, pressed against her delicate skin. A man hung by his feet, his hands trussed behind him at the small of his back. Another woman was gagged by a scarf, her arms and legs hogtied behind her as she swung by her waist. Beside each suspended person stood another individual and in their hands a whip or a flogger.
“Dear God,” Jana whispered. “They’re going to beat them.”
“No.” Nicolas grasped her biceps, pulling her around to face him. “Not beat them. Pleasure them. Remember, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, like the spankings and the floggings that I’ve performed on you and Lisa. Pain can be pleasurable when it’s introduced while you’re aroused. Think about the scenarios we have acted out.” With a thumb and forefinger he raised her chin. His eyes were warm with concern. “Choice is what makes the difference to anything you’ve experienced. These people choose to be here. They choose to have these things done to them, because they experience an ecstasy that can only be found in this world.”
Lisa leaned in close and whispered, “Open your mind, Jana. Let’s experience something new tonight.”
Jana couldn’t believe what she was seeing—hearing. “I-I can’t do that.”
Lisa’s giggle held a hint of unease. “Perhaps this is too much for both Jana and me. Let’s go, Nicolas.”
Nicolas grasped Jana’s and Lisa’s hands, leaving the leashes to dangle, as they moved on.
They passed a refreshment table with a variety of hors d’oeuvres, fruits and vegetables. To the right was a bar. “They only serve non-alcoholic drinks here,” Lisa explained. “No one is allowed to be under any type of influence.”
“That’s comforting,” Jana said.
She couldn’t believe how many people mingled, some of them basically naked, wearing only collars, nipple clamps and a variety of other body jewelry. It was obvious who the Masters and subs were, not only by how they were dressed, but how they interacted between each other. Subs took a formal stance when not serving their Masters, while others were cherished as if they were pets or a prized possession. Masters and subs appeared to be comfortable, even happy with their stations.
Even Lisa knew the protocol, which made Jana feel somewhat inadequate. As Nicolas stopped to converse with another Master, Lisa as well as the Dom’s sub stood with their feet shoulders’ widths apart, placed their hands behind their backs, and bowed their heads. Lisa’s actions received a soft look from Nicolas. He reached out and stroked her hair and gave a tug of appreciation on her leash.
The desire to please Nicolas, to see pride warm his eyes, was growing inside Jana, pushing past the fear and anxiety that twisted inside her. She wanted to please him, too. She didn’t exactly know how yet, but she could learn. All she had to remember is that this was make-believe. No one was actually being forced to submit. No one would be hurt. Pleasure was their only goal.
“Impressive.” The Master speaking with Nicolas boldly scrutinized both Lisa and Jana. “The redhead is new?” He pinned an interested gaze on Jana.
Dammit. What was it about her that screamed newbie? Was the word tattooed across her forehead? Or was there a sign plastered to her back?
“Yes, but coming along nicely.” Nicolas winked at her.
His sexy endearment made her nipples tighten. God, what she’d give to be kissing him, feeling his strong hands take control of her body. Given half the chance she’d opt for going back to his place and screwing his brains out.
“Well, if you’re interested in sharing or auctioning her let me know,” the Master said.
Jana’s brows shot up, as she murmured, “Over my dead body.” Lisa gave Jana an elbow to the midsection. “Shhh…”
The Dom turned to his sub. “Come, slave, the spanking bench awaits us.”
Soft laughter left Nicolas at Jana’s expression. “Don’t worry. I’m not taking you to the Green Room.” Then he pulled Jana against him, his erection pressing into her belly. “But I do have to tell you how much I would like to see your skin pink from my hand, brighter than it was the first time I paddled that beautiful ass.” He added to Lisa, “Yours too, baby. Come, ladies, I believe it’s time to see to our own pleasures.”
Much to Jana’s relief the Blue Room was empty. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she’d prayed for no audience. She was ready to try a few new things, but being an exhibitionist wasn’t one of them.
“This is Trent’s playground. Every sex toy you can imagine is here.” Lisa pointed to the variety of whips, floggers, clamps and clips hanging from the wall. Many more items lay atop the table pressed tight against the wall. The items clearly outnumbered Nicolas’s three times over.
Additionally, there was a spanking bench and an ominous table set off to the side which strangely looked like one you might find at the doctor’s office. She couldn’t help the sliver of panic that made her pulse race. One wall contained D-rings for restraints, several chains hung from the ceiling and floor, a large fireplace adorned one wall, and an oversized bed which four people could fit to sleep—or play.
Now that was more like it, she sighed inwardly as her stiletto heels clicked against the marble floor, stepping deeper into t
he room.
An archway introduced a breathtaking bathroom. Visible from where she stood in the playroom was a Jacuzzi that bubbled invitingly, and a walk-in shower not far away. Only the commode appeared to be set off and hidden from all eyes.
Yes, a lot of fun could be had in this room.
A flood of excitement released from between Jana’s thighs. By the heated look in Lisa’s eyes could she be thinking the same thing, getting Nicolas between the sheets of that great big bed? In unison, they pinned their gazes on him, and then both began to laugh.
“What?” he asked, moving toward them. Muscles rippled beneath his tanned skin.
“We only wish to please you, Milord,” Lisa purred, running her fingers through the dark hair on his chest. “What can we do to turn your world inside out?”
And that was exactly what Jana wanted—to show him as much pleasure as he had given her the last couple of weeks.
That was until the door opened and Master Trent entered.
“Let the play begin,” he said and removed his robe, displaying an impressive chest and a bulge between his thighs molded by black leather pants.
Oh. My. God. No one had told her it was going to be a foursome.
Chapter Fifteen
Several weeks ago a foursome sounded fun and exciting, but now Nicolas wasn’t sure as he stood in the middle of Trent’s playground. This particular room was the talk of all his friends’ parties. Referred to as the land and sea ecstasy, participants could easily ride the waves submersed in the Jacuzzi or shower, or lose themselves in the bed with as many partners as was desired.
Man, I hope I don’t end up regretting this decision. Anxiety slid across his skin as he glanced at Jana. Bottom line, Nicolas didn’t want to share her, not now—not ever.
Nicolas had enjoyed the playground’s amenities before, usually with Trent and several experienced subs. He gazed about the bedroom at the whips, floggers and other toys hanging from another wall. The floor was marble with throw rugs of several different textures, each designed to heighten the senses.
By the look of disbelief on Jana’s face as she stared at Trent, Nicolas had shocked her once again. She didn’t run screaming from the room.
A good sign. Yes?
He had made these plans to include Trent before he had really known Jana. It was just something he thought would be fun at that moment.
While Nicolas’s experience as a Lord was not extensive, Trent was an expert. His friend knew Jana was inexperienced. Not to mention that Lisa was fairly new. Nicolas trusted him not to go beyond the limits they had discussed.
A strong and determined wave of confidence rose in Nicolas, making him square his shoulders. These were his women. It was his responsibility to ensure their comfort zones were not breached and the pace taken was acceptable, not Trent.
“Master Trent, my pets will see to our pleasure this evening.” Nicolas motioned to one of the two lounges off to the right, a table between them. “Please take a seat.” His friend sat and then eased his long form across the lounge to lie down. Nicolas did the same.
As the two men relaxed, a DM opened the door to the playground and slipped through it, pushing a cart weighted with food, slices of meats and cheeses, fruits, and a variety of other items, including a can of whipped cream. Among the rich smell of chocolate there was sparkling cider and bottled water, even a couple of non-alcoholic beers.
Moments passed and no one spoke while the small table between the lounges was arranged. Afterward, the DM left the room.
“I didn’t know whether you had dined.” Trent winked as he bent one of his leather-clad knees. His chest was smooth, free of all hair.
“Excellent suggestion,” Nicolas said. Food was a great way to break the ice and ease into sexual play. The idea helped to relax Nicolas as he started to toe off a boot to get more comfortable.
“May I assist you, Milord?” Lisa asked moving quickly to Nicolas’s side. She sank to her knees, leaning against the lounge so her full breasts were at his eye level. Her gaze slid appreciatively across his body.
Fire licked his loins.
She grinned seeing the effect she had on him.
“Little tease.” He released a low-toned laugh and gave a yank on her leash. He loved seeing his collar around her slender neck.
“I’m no tease, Milord.” She looked up through feathered lashes. “I’m all yours tonight.”
Thud. His heart pounded as his cock pressed against his pants. How could a man feel anything but aroused being attended by this sexy blonde?
Unless, of course, the redhead across the room wanted the position of serving and pleasuring him. Something he fully intended to accomplish before the night was over.
Jana kept her distance as she stood quietly. Her intense expression gave him the feeling she was contemplating the theory of relativity instead of preparing for the sexual experience of a lifetime. Trent’s presence had definitely thrown her for a loop.
Jana was amazing. Intelligent. Beautiful. She just needed to learn how to relax and enjoy herself.
Nicolas lay on his back awaiting Lisa’s assistance. But she had other things on her mind. She stood facing him, raising one of her legs to gracefully straddle his booted feet. She eased down, bending one knee to rest on the lounge, as she lowered her hips, slowly, to touch the toe of his boot with the apex of her thighs. With a thrust of her pelvis she ran her scantly clothed pussy over one boot and then the other. With a graceful move she scooted backward, grasped his boot and tugged, tossing it aside, before she began to pull off the other. His socks followed in a slow sensual display of a strip tease as she flung them over her shoulder. When she was finished cool air caressed his feet.
He couldn’t wait to get out of his leather pants. Already his cock was filled with blood and throbbing.
Covertly, Lisa waved at her friend to follow suit. The subtle gesture didn’t go unnoticed as Jana frowned. One step, then she hesitated as if she was thinking twice about following Lisa’s lead.
Jana took a visible deep breath of courage, steeled her shoulders and moved to Trent’s side.
“Master, may I assist you in removing your boots?” she spoke softly, her eyes cast to the floor. Her innocence was alluring. She was heart-stoppingly beautiful playing the submissive.
Nicolas’s chest tightened. He held his breath. Thoughts of her bending to his desires and serving his needs sent more blood rushing to his balls, resulting in a throbbing ache.
Trent leaned back, tucking his hands behind his head as he lay on the lounge. “Ah, my beauty, it would please me immensely.”
From the corner of Nicolas’s eye he caught Lisa giving Jana instructions to turn around as her index finger made a circle several times.
Acknowledgement came with Jana’s quick nod. Her chest rose and before his eyes she transformed from a diffident woman to a sensuous temptress. She dropped her eyelashes as she’d seen Lisa do. The hint of a grin sent chills up his spine, until he realized the smile was intended for Trent.
Suddenly it dawned on him. Duh! He wasn’t the one receiving Jana’s attention.
Well shit!
Nicolas felt a stab of jealousy in his chest as heat scorched his face. Then his jaw dropped as Jana presented them with her back. Gracefully, she straddled Trent’s legs, kneeling upon the lounge, so his legs were between hers and he had a perfect view of her scantly-clothed ass.
She had a gorgeous ass. Firm, yet soft and round.
Nicolas’s palms itched to touch her.
But it was Trent who bent forward and cupped her buttocks, his tanned fingers a striking difference lying against Jana’s pale skin. Her back arched, which only served to lift her ass higher, spreading her cheeks wider. Long auburn tresses brushed across the back of Trent’s hands.
Gently his friend kneaded her tender flesh, before maneuvering to kiss the small of her back. She trembled beneath his caress and the finger that traced her spine.
Nicolas couldn’t help wondering what Jana was
thinking. Did she enjoy Trent’s touch? His kiss?
Dammit. This possessiveness was ridiculous. Especially with a woman he had become reacquainted with only a month ago. But it couldn’t be helped.
Jana was his.
Soft fingertips smoothed across Nicolas’s tense jaw. Like a magnet he followed their path upward until he gazed into Lisa’s brown eyes. She was exquisite in the black corset crisscrossed with silver rhinestones that parted to expose the swell her breasts. The small scrap of material that hid her sex urged him to caress her thigh.
“Let me feed you, Milord.” She draped over him so her chest dipped close to his mouth, her light musk caressed him, before she pressed her lips to his ear. “She’ll be yours soon. For now, enjoy what I have to offer.”
What the hell was wrong with him? By the seductive look in her eyes, Lisa was more than willing to see to his needs. If he admitted it, she was more sensuous than Jana, more open and carried less baggage than her friend.
He couldn’t keep his mind off what was happening on the lounge next to him. Try as he might his gaze drifted. It was pure agony watching Trent slide his finger beneath the rhinestone straps of Jana’s thong, listening to her small gasps of surprise as his friend’s finger slipped further beyond the material.
“Enough! Quit fucking Master Trent’s legs and see to his hunger or you’ll be punished.” That didn’t quite come off as Nicolas had intended. His words revealed more emotion than he would have liked. He found it maddening that Jana simply sat still and allowed this stranger to do whatever he wanted.
Man, he was losing it. Wasn’t Jana doing exactly what was expected of her? Submitting. Not to mention it was his fault they were in this position to begin with.
“Lord Nicolas, your redheaded pet is seeing to my hunger. My appetite is quite varied, my friend. At the moment I’m starving to feel the softness of her skin, everywhere.”
So was Nicolas.
Fuck.
Jana didn’t know whether to be thrilled or pissed. Nicolas was jealous. Yet, wasn’t this what he wanted? Did he want her to flirt and entice his friend? It wasn’t easy for her to accept what Master Trent’s presence indicated. But then again, she had to realize this was a game to Lisa and Nicolas. She might have let feelings and desires cloud the situation, but they were firmly on the right path.
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