Cullen’s roar of laughter silenced the whole club for a second. Still chuckling, he motioned to Sally. “Let’s go play. If she fakes it, I get to beat her some more.”
Nolan snorted. “After the flogging you gave her, she’ll explode the minute we get in her.”
Cullen eyed the flushed sub. “Looks that way.” Unfastening his leathers, Cullen walked back to the bench. “Dibs on oral.”
“Works for me.” Moving to the foot of the bench, Nolan opened his leathers, getting a rush as his aching cock sprang free. A good Dom put a sub’s needs first, and Beth hadn’t been ready to be fucked.
This one was.
Her arms were strapped at her waist, her legs folded up and out of the way. Nolan nodded his approval of the restraints. He ran his hand over Sally’s pink-striped ass, making her moan. “Sally. What is your safe word?”
Her gaze settled on him, then his cock, and her eyes widened as she realized he was planning to take her. “Red, Master.”
“Use it if you need to, Sally,” Nolan instructed. “There will be two of us, so you might need it.”
Her eyes widened. Her breathing increased, her dusky nipples pebbling.
Cullen grinned at Nolan. “She likes it on the rough side.”
Nolan grunted a laugh. The way he felt, that wouldn’t be a problem. With a ruthless smile, he massaged her tender butt, tracing every welt the whipping had left while Cullen did the same with her breasts. It wasn’t long until her breathing turned ragged, and her hips tried to lift despite the straps. “Please, Masters, please,” she whimpered.
“Okay, love. Since you ask so nicely...” Cullen said and angled her head. He looked down her body at Nolan and nodded. Both men thrust into her at once, filling her mouth and her pussy. The sub arched upward, her vagina clamping on Nolan’s cock, spasming around it so violently he almost came right then. She screamed, the sound muffled by Cullen’s cock.
She was panting so fast that Cullen pulled out and waited, his hand around his cock. Nolan moved slowly in and out of her, enjoying the pulsing around his cock as her aftershocks slowly died.
With a sigh, she relaxed back on the bench. She looked up at Master Cullen. “Thank—” He filled her mouth with his cock before she could finish and nodded at Nolan.
With long experience, Nolan timed his moves to Cullen’s, waiting until Cullen started to pull back, and then Nolan would thrust into the snug little pussy. One, then the other, just slowly enough that the nerves would barely recover before the next thrust. He could feel her pussy start to tighten.
“I love this bench,” Nolan said. “It’s just the right height.” He slid his fingers through her folds, making her jerk. After tugging on her swollen labia, he circled his fingers around her clit, just teasing until her hips strained to lift. Then he pushed her, rubbing harder, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
He grinned, watching her try to focus on serving Cullen as her arousal grew, and her climax approached. She finally gave up, breathing too hard to suck cock. She was very close to coming. Five, four, three, two... Nolan slammed deep into her, pinched her clit and held.
She climaxed powerfully, her shrill cries throttled by the cock in her mouth.
After jerking back, Cullen glared across the bench. “She bit me. Warn me before you set her off.”
Nolan chuckled. Sally reminded him of those firecrackers that would explode in quick snaps, one after the other. Nolan studied her flushed face. Wasn’t she a pretty sight? Maybe she should have one more since she’d been such a good girl. “You ready, sugar?”
She nodded and tipped her head back. Cullen pushed his cock back into her mouth, and Nolan saw her working it steadily, taking it deep.
Nolan gave her a little time to relax, then leaned forward, reangling his cock and watching her face as each of his thrusts hit a different place in her vagina. Suddenly her eyes dilated, and her pussy quivered. He nodded. Right there. He started hammering her with short, fast strokes, each one slamming into that place inside.
Her legs strained against the straps, the muscles in her thighs quivering. Her pussy clenched, her whole body going rigid. Nolan said to Cullen, “Consider yourself warned.”
The Dom snarled and pulled out just as Nolan set a finger down right on top of her overstimulated clit and pressed.
“Ah, ah, ah, aaaahhh.” Unmuffled this time, her screams rolled through the club. Her pussy rippled around Nolan’s cock as her hips made futile bucking jerks against the straps. As her climax lessened, the little sub’s whole body shuddered.
“You know, I really don’t get the impression she’s faking.” Nolan glanced at Cullen. “You get bit again?”
When Cullen growled, “You’re such an asshole,” the sub’s eyes widened. She tilted her head up, obviously terrified she’d nipped Cullen’s cock.
Cullen barked a laugh and tugged on her hair. “I pulled out, love. Now open up.” When she opened her mouth, he thrust into her again.
Nolan’s strokes were slow and easy as Cullen’s became stronger. Sally dropped her head back farther, letting him deep-throat her. A few more strokes and Cullen’s face grew flushed. He looked at Nolan. “Let’s do it.”
Nolan started thrusting in unison with Cullen, fast and deep. As the sub’s pussy constricted around him, his balls drew up. They were pounding into her so hard, she grunted with each thrust.
When Nolan stroked a finger right beside her clit, and Cullen pinched her nipples, the sub’s whole body went rigid, and she keened, the sound blurred by the thick cock in her mouth.
Nolan smothered his laugh at the sound of the sub’s wail. He knew she was close even without the telltale tightening around his cock. His cock was straining to release, the urge becoming all-consuming. Increasing the pressure, he stroked her clit in rhythm with his thrusts. Her high wails turned into shrieks as she went over.
As she convulsed around him, he gripped her hips, holding her so securely that his fingers dug into her soft flesh. He pumped into her with short, intense strokes and finally let himself come, his cock jerking so hard with the release that his vision blurred.
Across the bench, Cullen gave a bellow as he got off.
Nolan felt the sub’s legs still quivering in his grip. Her wails had diminished to moans of satisfaction. He slid in and out gently, enjoying the rippling aftershocks milking his cock. As he started to pull out, he glanced down at Sally’s clean-shaven pussy and thought of Beth’s soft folds, her slickness on his fingers.
How would it feel to bury himself in Beth’s pussy and see those red curls surround his cock like a glowing fire?
Chapter Four
She’d had an orgasm. During the week that followed, Beth couldn’t keep her brain from circling back to that, over and over. As she mowed lawns, trimmed bushes, cleaned up debris. As she fertilized, sprayed, and weeded. As she designed and planted new flowerbeds.
Now, late Friday afternoon, at her apartment complex’s pool, she balanced on the diving board and dove in. She surfaced with a gasp of pleasure, the water cool against her overheated skin. The faint scent of chlorine mingled with the fragrance of banana and coconut suntan lotion wafting from the women on the lounge chairs. They fluttered and chattered like a flock of birds, casting flirtatious looks at the two men at a nearby table.
Beth sighed. She’d had so much trouble finding a furnished apartment in a decent area that she’d resigned herself to a singles-only complex. But she didn’t belong here with these carefully made-up women who never got in the water. She felt like a common daisy planted amidst orchids.
But as Beth finished her laps and sat on the pool’s edge, she realized she felt pretty today. Last week, a man had looked at her, at all of her, and shown his pleasure. Had obviously enjoyed touching her. She glanced down at her suit, at her almost nonexistent cleavage. The girls, as a friend like to call her breasts, seemed to sit a little higher, appear a little perkier. And if that wasn’t the dumbest thing she’d ever—
“Hi.”
/> At the sound of a man’s voice, Beth turned so quickly she almost fell into the water. Heart pounding, she looked up. One of the men from the table loomed over her. Lanky, nicely tanned, hair carefully styled.
“Hi,” she answered, pressing a hand to her chest. Being so panicky was liable to give her a heart attack one of these days.
“I’m new here,” he said, holding his hand down to help her up. “My name’s Todd.”
“I’m Beth.” She let him pull her to her feet, his hand soft, lacking calluses. When had she started to find a rough hand attractive?
“Want to join me and my friend? We’re just hanging out, unwinding from work.”
“Uh, no, thanks.” She went through this about once a week. Her answer never changed. “I’ve got other plans.” Taking a shower, heating up some soup, watching TV. “But thank you.”
“That’s too bad. Maybe next time.” He smiled, then his eyes widened as he noticed the scars showing around the edges of her very concealing black suit.
She shrugged. “Nasty car accident,” she said, lying without any remorse whatsoever.
An hour later, back in her tiny furnished apartment decorated in one-color-fits-all beige, Beth stared sightlessly at the car chase on the television. Tomorrow was Saturday. She’d see Master Nolan again. Her heart did a slow somersault inside her chest.
She wanted to see him with an urgency she hadn’t felt since meeting Kyler. Kyler who she’d been convinced truly loved her.
She’d been so very wrong.
Her hand tightened on the mug of tomato soup. She dreamed of Master Nolan every night, of his sure hands moving on her body, of the intense look in his eyes and how he saw her every reaction. In her dreams, her body would warm, arousal shooting through her... And then his face would blur into Kyler’s. The sound of his rough voice would meld into Kyler’s refined one. She’d hear the snap of the single-tail and then her grunts of pain when he shoved himself into her dryness.
Oh, God, what was she doing?
At one time, she’d loved Kyler so much she hadn’t seen past his movie-star good looks to the monster inside. But if she could be so wrong about him, she could be wrong about anyone. There was no way to tell who a person was inside.
And although Master Nolan hadn’t hurt her, he easily could. He was a Dom. Someone who wanted control. Complete control. She couldn’t give him that. She didn’t trust him...or herself.
She took a sip of her soup and had to force herself to swallow. Nolan had done what she’d hoped for. He’d made her feel alive again. And she’d felt something besides fear. But he demanded too much. She was relinquishing too much of her control over her body...and her emotions. Her body might survive, but... She sighed miserably.
Before Kyler, she’d been tough, as sturdy as kudzu. You could jump up and down on the invasive vine, and it would just keep growing. After Kyler? Now she felt like an impatiens—step on it even gently, the stem would break, and it would die.
Her hands curled around the cup of soup, trying to absorb the warmth as cold grew inside her. Being with Master Nolan again was just too big of a risk. She needed to back away. But how? And what would Z do?
Pursing her lips, she considered. What if she got someone else to top her tomorrow? If that worked out, then Master Z wouldn’t cancel her membership, would he?
And Master Nolan wouldn’t want her if she humiliated him by obviously preferring another Dom.
She thought of his black eyes, his ruthless face, and shivered.
* * * * *
As twilight gathered around him, Nolan hammered one last nail into the board before rising to his feet. He rocked back and forth on his tiny dock—the structure no longer swayed under his weight. Good. One less chore on his list. His place had sure gone to hell while he’d been gone.
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he sat on the end of the dock and listened to the background hum of his world. Water lapped softly against the wood. An egret flapped slowly overhead, a flash of white in the dark sky. A barred owl gave a series of hoots from the trees farther down. Around the water’s edge, crickets trilled, and frogs chirped with the occasional bass note of a bullfrog. Near the center of the lake, a fish jumped, splashing back into the water.
In the desert, he’d craved the sounds of Florida, the feel of the humid air moistening his skin, the rich tropical scents with the underlying odor of sulphurous water. It felt damned good to be home.
Even if that home was empty.
He glanced back at his big house, designed and built to hold a family. Last year, he’d been happy to release Felicia, and she deserved to have someone who loved her more than he had. And someone who enjoyed being a full-time master. But he was fucking lonely at times.
As if summoned, his cell phone rang, the jarring noise silencing the frog chorus for a moment. He glanced at the display. His oldest brother.
“Hey, Adam, how’s it going?”
“Life’s good. Ah...you doing okay?”
A corner of Nolan’s mouth turned up at the careful concern. During the years in covert ops, Nolan had been a damn fine killer, but it had taken its toll, and his brutal, bloody nightmares had terrified his family. Adam undoubtedly knew that Iraq had reawakened his ghosts. But Nolan had put them back to rest. Eventually. Being home was good. Getting little redheaded subs off was even better. “I’m fine, bro. Stop worrying. And how is everyone?”
“Not bad. Jenny’s pregnant again. One more kid for the clan gathering.”
Nolan grinned. His youngest sister wanted a big family; this would be her third. “I’ll have to give her a call. How about you? Getting married yet?”
“Hell no. Not till they let me have at least two wives.” A pause. “You still into the bind-em and beat-em stuff?”
Nolan snorted. “Coming from someone who prefers four or five people in his bed, you’ve got no room for snide remarks.”
“Least I don’t have to tie them up to fuck them,” Adam said, continuing the long-running insult fest. “You gonna make it home this summer?”
“Probably not until fall. Why?”
“Dad wanted you to—hell, speak of the devil. He’s on the other line. Talk to you later.” Adam clicked off.
Nolan grinned and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Always good to hear from family. Sometimes he missed living closer, but considering his perverse lifestyle, distance wasn’t a bad thing. He’d taken Felicia with him for a visit once. His mom and sisters hadn’t taken to her. Even though she’d behaved appropriately, she was submissive through and through, and the King women were all hell on wheels.
What would they think of Beth with her myriad of scars? He grinned. Yeah, they’d like Beth. Although beat-up, scarred as all get-out, and terrified, she’d not only had the guts to escape but managed to start up a business in a strange city all by herself. They’d respect that.
Hell, he respected that.
* * * * *
That night, Kyler strolled up to the big stone mansion set in the middle of nowhere. Quite a place, he thought, admiring the fancy ironwork and the black sconces set on each side of the open door. He stepped inside.
“Good evening, sir.” Behind a desk in the entry, the young man attired in a guard uniform rose as Kyler entered. A pretty boy, Kyler sneered inside, giving him a friendly nod.
“May I have your name, please?”
“I’m not a member of the Shadowlands,” Kyler said, smiling. “An acquaintance mentioned she really liked the club. This is a BDSM club, right?”
“On Saturday nights, yes. Tonight is swing night.”
Wrong night. Hell. “Any chance of seeing the place...maybe tomorrow, since I’m into BDSM?”
The guard shook his head. “Sorry, sir, but only members are allowed inside.”
“What does it take to be a member?”
“There’s an open house twice a year for people wanting to join. Otherwise a current member must recommend you. If you have more questions, you can call Master Z at thi
s number.” The guard handed over a black card with Shadowlands inscribed in a raised gold font.
Kyler’s jaw flexed. An exclusive club for the well-to-do. Surely she wouldn’t be a member here. But he hadn’t found any sign of her in the open Tampa clubs. “Can you tell me if my friend comes here? Elizabeth or Beth? Slender redhead with big blue-green eyes.” Vulnerable eyes that filled with tears so easily. A husky voice whose screams he heard in his wet dreams.
The guard started to nod, then visibly caught himself. “I’m sorry, but our clients value their privacy. I cannot confirm that one way or another.”
“I understand completely.” Kyler kept his expression calm and interested despite the sense of victory flaming inside him. Got you, you bitch. I’ve got you. “Well, I’m sure I’ll catch up with her sooner or later. Thanks for your time.”
“No problem. Have a nice night.”
Kyler walked out into the night, his stride loose and even, his posture straight as he’d been taught. And all the way to his rental car, the delightful screams of his wife echoed in his head.
* * * * *
On Saturday, Beth greeted Ben, laughing at his jokes despite her anxiety. As she entered the Shadowlands, she spotted Jessica and waved, moving through the crowd toward her. The scent of perfumes, men’s colognes, leather, sweat, and sex filled the air. She dodged a Domme berating her slave and walked around a couple entranced by hot wax play at a station. A flash of blue flickered against the rafters; someone was playing with a violet wand at the far end.
She pushed past two more people, finally reaching Jessica. The little blonde was wearing a hot pink camisole with a tight black latex skirt. “You look great,” Beth said with a sigh. When God was handing out breasts, Jessica must have been at the front of the line. And Beth would have brought up the tail end.
“Forget that. How are you doing?” Jessica asked, grasping Beth’s hands. “Are you all right? What happened with Nolan?”
Beth smiled, gave up any hope of reticence, and hugged the other woman, pushing down a forlorn desire to beg her for advice. “I was going to ask you the same thing. What did he do to you?”
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