On Your Knees

by Brynn Paulin

  Jessica stared at her aghast. “You don’t like your job, do you?”

  Another long-suffering sigh burst from between the woman’s black painted lips. “No. I’ve got a busload of transvestites arriving in fifteen minutes and I’m stuck fitting people into the schedule.”

  “I could leave.”

  “Hell no. That would get me fired.” She stomped from the room and slammed the door.

  Okay. Now what? Jessica turned around in a circle.

  * * * * *

  Ryan looked up from the magazine he was flipping through as Francesca stomped through the door and plopped herself into the chair beside the security intercom. “She’s here,” she said sullenly, glaring from him to where Theo paced.

  “Good,” Ryan replied.

  “Is Keera ready yet?” Theo snapped.

  Someone was a little impatient, though Ryan couldn’t much blame him. The same edginess had sent him flipping through three magazines and a romance novel already. The sooner he was alone with Jessica the better.

  After a scowl at Theo, Francesca checked the schedule tracking system on her computer. “She’s waiting for you. By the way, boss man, I want a raise.”

  Theo darted from the room while she made a fake gagging sound.

  Twerp, Ryan thought.

  She turned on him, arms crossed. When had the little girl who’d planned Barbie weddings turned so militant?

  “You know, this is really gross. I do not need to know about my older brothers’ sex lives. Any of them. I might need therapy.”

  “You’re already in therapy.”

  “Oh. Yeah. Right. You know, you look like a dork in that outfit.” He looked down at his black leather pants and boots. All the women who’d seen him in this had drooled.

  “Only to you.”

  “Can’t you put on a shirt?”

  “No.”

  “What are you supposed to be anyway? Who are you, masked man? The Lone Shirtless Ranger?” She chortled in the way that only little sisters could—and live. Barely. “Watch out ladies, the Ranger rides again.”

  If he was lucky.

  “No hat. I might have a lasso.”

  “Ew!”

  He shook his head and stood. Sometimes his sister forgot she wasn’t twelve anymore. “I’m going downstairs.”

  “Oh man! I so didn’t need to know that!”

  “Shut up, ‘Cesca.”

  She laughed, reaching up his discarded magazine. “Don’t rush. I’m sure Finn and Bobby will take their time with her.”

  A wave of possessiveness stabbed through him along with the urge to kill his baby sister. “You sent Finn and Bobby?”

  “Everyone else is busy. It’s a full schedule tonight. I had to fit you in.”

  He tapped his fingers impatiently on his thigh. He’d go nuts if he waited downstairs for Jessica. And his sister sure as hell knew, judging from her shitty grin. She glanced at her watch. “You could go join the masturbation awareness group in 3D. You know, since you have time to kill.”

  He scowled at her as he left the room. 3D was his private—and empty—room. Masturbation indeed. Why would he bring himself off when he’d soon be inside Jessica’s tight little pussy? She’d be right where he wanted her. Hot, ready and panting for his cock.

  Hell, he’d been watching her for months, sizing her up. Assessing her. She worked her beautiful ass off, bringing in all her projects under budget and on time, keeping all the contractors in line, never missing a step. She was a formidable force to reckon with and she hated every minute of it. A submissive in wolf’s clothing. He hated watching what it was doing to her. Every day she was fighting for power and fighting to prove herself. Fighting to be in control of everything. Every day she became more burdened with it.

  She didn’t even realize it wasn’t control she needed.

  * * * * *

  This was the weirdest sex toy party ever. So where was the party? She was alone in an empty room, not a toy in sight and someone was coming to prepare her. Prepare her? For what?

  She made her third circuit of the room, rounding the massage-style table in the middle. Why didn’t this room have any chairs? This was so dumb. She had work to do at home. Gathering her purse from where she’d dropped it on the table beside the room’s entrance, she yanked on the door.

  It didn’t budge.

  “Oh, come on! You got to be kidding me.” A torrent of prickles leapt down her back. She tried to push her fear aside. This was a public facility with a good reputation. Surely it was a mistake that she’d been locked in. Miss Personality seemed to be more intent on things other than being sure she didn’t accidentally confine a patron.

  A few feet away, another door opened. She jumped unaware it was there. This place was full of all the bells and whistles, wasn’t it? Sulky attendants, doors made to blend into the wall, hulking men dressed in medieval gear… She backed away from the two guys who came through the door. They had to be twice her size. Dressed in hose and tunics, they still looked like wrestlers gone bad.

  “The door’s locked,” she blurted, although as an afterthought she wondered if she shouldn’t have said that. “I want to leave.”

  The darker complected man plucked her purse from her fingers and lifted her onto the table, while his blond counterpart set a canvas bag on the table beside the door.

  “There’s been a mistake,” she protested.

  “Miss Rush, just relax,” the blond said. “We won’t hurt you. It’s merely time to prepare you for your evening. I’m Bobby and this is Finn.” He exchanged a glance with Finn, who smiled. “He’s my partner.”

  He didn’t look gay. But really, what did a gay man look like? It wasn’t like people wore signs announcing their sexuality. While she stared at him trying to comprehend his statement, Finn managed to remove her blouse.

  “Stop!” she shrieked when he reached for the clasp of her bra.

  He sighed as he studied her obviously searching for a way to persuade her to cooperate. “Your evening will be more enjoyable if you let us ready you. You can rest and we’ll rub you with creams and lotions.” He paused, pulling out what he probably considered to be the international persuasion card when it came to women. “We have clothing for you.”

  She let the clothes remark slide by. “So we’re talking like…a massage?”

  “Just like.”

  “I need to be naked for this?”

  “It would be helpful.”

  She considered it for a moment. “And you’re, uh, not into women?”

  “You’re lovely but no, not a bit.”

  She’d never before disrobed in front of a stranger—or two. If this was what was needed in order to get on with things and meet up with Keera, she’d do what was necessary. Besides, this was one of those forbidden fantasy moments, right? And this was the Pleasure Palace.

  Adventure and exploration, Madam Zelda’s voice prompted.

  Still, Jessica’s fingers trembled as she removed her bra. Slipping from the table, she kicked off her shoes and slid off her pants. Neither man seemed affected by her nakedness. Relief filled her, followed by an irrational spurt of irritation. What kind of a place was this that a naked woman didn’t warrant some sort of reaction?

  Finn helped her back onto the table. When she attempted to roll onto her stomach for the massage he propelled her onto her back while Bobby opened a hidden cupboard in the wall. Returning to them, he set several jars next to her legs and laid a warm, damp cloth over her mound. Mesmerized, she watched as he coated his hands with lotion. Slowly, he worked the emollient into her foot, then worked his way up to her calf.

  Jessica sighed and laid her head on the rolled towel Finn placed beneath her neck. Bobby had enchanting fingers. Her muscles seemed to melt as he kneaded them. Lulled by his touch, she jumped when Finn began kneading her breasts. He worked more quickly than Bobby while smoothing the lightly scented lotion onto her. His hands rubbed to her belly, down her arms, over her shoulders.

  “Can I tak
e you home?” she whispered, letting her mind drift as they worked her weary flesh.

  “Sorry, not allowed,” Bobby answered.

  Too soon the soothing touch receded and the cloth over her sex was taken away. She shivered as the air cooled her warm flesh. Her lethargy persisted as she remained still for the men’s ministrations.

  “This won’t do. It will need to be removed,” he said. She opened her eyes as he brushed his fingers over the trimmed thatch of curling brown hair hiding her folds. She’d always wondered about what it would be like to have a bald pussy but she’d never been bold enough to try it.

  “Okay,” she answered although she figured her opinion wouldn’t matter. It hadn’t so far.

  While Finn retrieved supplies from the canvas bag, Bobby spread her thighs and draped her legs over the sides of the table. For the first time, she felt real trepidation. She shifted to pull her legs back together but he held her still. “Relax.”

  Taking a bottle of cream from his partner, he lathered it over her sex. Jessica lay back determined to enjoy the delicious slide across her already slick folds. When she’d left home this morning, she’d never expected anything like this.

  Thank you, Keera!

  Finn resumed massaging her upper body while Bobby worked the shaving cream into her curls. She tried desperately to stay still as he began to slowly scrape the hair from her pussy. Meanwhile, Finn managed to brush and braid her long hair, binding it into a long plait.

  Two strange men. Touching her. Delicious spirals of heat seeped through her.

  Decadent.

  Her mind emptied. There were no projects, no to-do lists, no responsibilities. There was only the sensation of these delightful hands working over her body.

  She sucked in a breath and fought to remain relaxed as Bobby parted her folds to complete his task. The blade scraped over her fleshy mound. Sweet heaven it was making her hot. Her cheeks heated. Could he see how excited he made her while he prepared her? Could he see the way her sheath flexed?

  Maybe not. He didn’t comment—perhaps he was paid not to—and a warm cloth replaced his fingers and cleaned her smooth skin.

  Together the men shifted her to her belly. Bobby’s hands became more aggressive, kneading her thighs and buttocks. With her head turned, she watched him unscrew the cap from a jar. He coated his fingers. Lifting her slightly, he slathered the emollient over her folds and rubbed it into her clit. Jessica whimpered as hot tingles enveloped her vagina. They grew stronger by the moment, radiating out to her thighs and up into her belly.

  She tried to catch her breath as the strong sensations coiled through her. She tried to twist away. Finn held her down. “Relax,” he murmured. “Bobby won’t hurt you.”

  She couldn’t. The waves continued to assault her pussy. Bobby applied another coat of his devil-cream, stroking his fingers deep inside her sheath. Finn bent over her. His iron grip on her back held her prone for his partner’s work.

  Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, Bobby smoothed more of the cream along the tender skin between her pussy and anus. His fingers continued between her ass cheeks.

  “Please stop,” she whispered, trying again in vain to get away from Finn. No one was listening to her.

  Bobby’s well-lubricated finger prodded her ass, slowly slipping inside bit by bit. She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming. She couldn’t help her hips’ movement as she worked against his hand, her body demanding more. Her mind grew dizzy from it. She surrendered to a haze of overwhelming sensation. The two men flipped her over again. Bobby wiped his fingers on a cloth, then continued his ministrations on her folds.

  “Please,” she pleaded. She tried to control her need and push aside the overwhelming desire but she couldn’t. Whatever gel he’d used seeped into her, warming a clawing path into her womb. Even with her most skilled lover—who hadn’t been all that skilled—she’d never become such a shivering heap of arousal.

  Her sheath clamped and released as it searched for something to fill it. What were the chances those men had a dildo in that nifty bag of theirs? Anything. She needed relief.

  Finn roughly rubbed her breasts, applying some of the same emollient to her nipples. Ruthlessly, he pulled them to erect points.

  She needed sex and she needed it now.

  She barely registered being dressed in the most transparent pink baby doll top she’d ever seen. Three tiny ties held the front closed between her breasts. Her belly was totally bare. Coupled with a miniscule thong that tied on the sides, she was hardly clothed. The fabric chafed her clit and she tried to push it away.

  Finn pulled her hands away and lifted her from the table. He guided her toward the secret door. “Come with me,” he instructed.

  “No. I can’t. I need—”

  “Your needs will soon be filled,” he assured her.

  Leaving Bobby in the room, he took her down a flight of stone steps that lead to a long dimly lit hallway. They passed several iron-studded doors before Finn stopped in front of one near the end of the hallway. Moans punctuated the cool air around them.

  Lucky people.

  She had to join a party. No sex for her. Could she just peek in, say hi and dash home to her vibrator? She frowned, knowing she should be more concerned about joining the party dressed in a transparent scrap of lace and drenched panties.

  Finn opened the door, revealing a deserted torch-lit chamber. She turned frantically as he shoved her inside. Now her freaking common sense decided to return? Chains, cuffs and various whips lined the upper half of one wall, along with several other items she was hesitant to identify. The lower half was a bank of drawers. Hastily sizing up her situation she scanned the rest of the room. An odd bench stood to one side of the room near another iron-studded door. A set of manacles dangled on a thick chain from the center of the ceiling.

  Her knees buckled.

  A dungeon!

  “Wait! There’s been a mistake!” she protested.

  “It’s no mistake, miss.” He pulled her toward the chain. She was no match for his strength as he fastened each cuff around her slim wrists. She yanked on them trying to get free. The increased movement served only to amplify the ache throbbing in her cleft and breasts.

  “Let me go!”

  “You can voice your complaints to the dungeon master.”

  The who?

  “What! Let me go!” she demanded. Finn shook his head, wishing her a good night and strolled from the room. The heavy door closed with an echoing thud behind him.

  What had she walked right into? She closed her eyes as horrible, scary as hell images filled her head.

  Madam Zelda had better be right about that happily-ever-after part or I’m hunting her down. Somehow, Jessica couldn’t imagine her happy new future beginning in a dungeon.

  * * * * *

  Ryan almost lost himself—again—when he entered the dungeon. Damn he was getting soft. Surveying his woman, he was anything but soft. His cock throbbed against the thick leather pants containing it.

  Jessica, unattainable Jessica, whom he’d wanted for months, stood in the middle of the room, her hands bound above her head. Her thighs flexed as she pressed and released them, fighting her arousal.

  He frowned. Damn it! Finn and Bobby weren’t supposed to use the X-T gel on her. That was the single thing that would have her practically writhing like this. This would be difficult enough for her to accept without being ashamed for her mindless need. Once it was applied, only release would relieve the sensations. No amount of fighting, ignoring or waiting it out would help. The effect from the gel just got worse and worse.

  She turned when she heard the door shut, her sparkling green eyes narrowed with anger. “You must be the dungeon master,” she spat out derisively.

  Yes, this would be difficult.

  “Let me go, you prick! I swear if you don’t release me, I’m suing all your asses off. This place will be toast.”

  “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

  Her anger
sent strength through him. Disciplining her would be a pleasure. He crossed his arms over his chest, knowing the muscle beneath the tribal tattoo banding his right biceps would bulge making it more prominent. She wouldn’t know the mark was a symbol of his power.

  “Try me.”

  He smiled at the phrase she’d picked up from him. “I intend to.”

  She yanked on the cuffs, impotent anger making her shake. Well, anger and the arousal.

  “Let. Me. Go!” she repeated.

  He simply watched her without speaking, knowing it would unnerve her quicker than anything he could say. A good master always communicated with his sub but sometimes silence spoke loudest.

  She was trying to be so strong, but he could still hear the shudder in her words. Her chest flushed pink, a background to the dark, beaded nipples visible through the sheer lingerie he’d chosen for her.

  The muscles in her stomach trembled.

  His body tightened at the sight of her deep in the throes of desire. Each shallow breath lifted her full breasts. He’d bet if he touched her cleft she’d be soaked from her need.

  “I’ll go away,” she begged. “I won’t say anything. Just please let me leave and you’ll never hear from me again.”

  Like hell. He wanted to hear from her as often as possible.

  He stepped closer, smoothing his hand over her firm ass. “I don’t intend to harm you. And I won’t rape you.”

  “Like I’d stop you right now, you bastard.”

  His jaw clenched. He’d punish her for that later. “When I take you, you won’t be under the control of the gel Bobby and Finn put on you. You’ll be fully cognizant of the fact you want me deep in your cunt, fucking you until you scream.”

  He saw excitement flare in her eyes, before she shifted her gaze away from him. As soon as she was fully his, he’d teach her not to hide from him—even her emotions. He wanted to be inside that pretty head, her thoughts open to him.

  She shook her head. “Never.”

  “We’ll see. First you need to come or we’ll never get to that.”

  He reached for her and she shied from his hands. She tried to swing away. The cuffs limited her progress while she yanked fruitlessly at them. He cupped her chin and turned her to look at him. “I will touch you. Whenever I want to touch you. You can’t control that.”