The muscles in her legs tightened as she tried to lift into his mouth. The restraints held her securely. She couldn’t move at all. She felt like a quivering, mindless doll, there for him to do whatever he wanted with her.
One finger slid into her, very slowly pushing between her swollen tissues. He pulled out and thrust two fingers in, ripping a cry from her. The intense pleasure increased, expanding to the entire V between her legs.
His fingers plunged in and out of her, and his tongue rubbed the sides of her clit in the same rhythm until her legs jerked uncontrollably in the restraints. Her breathing stopped, her whole body going rigid. Waiting. Needing release so badly she moaned. As everything constricted, his lips captured her clit, pulsing directly on the nub.
There was a roaring sound in her ears as she tried to arch, couldn’t move, and screamed instead as she spasmed around his fingers. Each forceful contraction of her vagina shot hot waves of pleasure through her body.
She quivered as he withdrew his tongue and his fingers. “I like you bare,” he murmured. “Seems like you do too.” And then he stood, sheathed himself in a condom, slicked the broad head of his cock in her juices, and plunged into her straight to the hilt. She screamed and climaxed again, billowing around his huge cock in exquisite explosions.
He ran his big hands up the back of her strapped thighs, anchoring her firmly as he started to thrust. She strained against his grip, and the feeling of being overpowered shot her back into arousal and need. His black gaze moved over her face, and then he tightened his hands even further, making her moan again.
His cock plunged in and out of her in a compelling rhythm—slow, fast, slow, fast—until her body started to constrict around him again. Her newly bare lips were so sensitive that she could not only feel his cock, but the hair at its base, his slightly rough balls, the warmth of his hips. The unfamiliar stimulation drove her insane. Too many sensations for her mind and her body to process.
His fingers moved down her thighs, and suddenly she became aware of how close they were to her clit, and now each movement inside her increased her urgency. His touch moved a little closer. A finger trailed across the top of her mound as his cock slid in and out of her. His finger traced down the inside of a fold, missing her clit. She moaned in disappointment.
He slowed, drawing his cock out of her inch by inch, pushing back in, inch by goddamned inch. His finger moved toward her clit again, teasing around, but never reaching it, and she whimpered as the tenseness inside her became too full to bear.
Her hands fisted as she panted. She could do nothing to get closer, nothing to make him touch her there, and a moan broke from her. “Please, please, please...”
To her distress, he stopped moving altogether with just the crown of his cock still in her. Her head rolled back and forth as her whole body pulsed and ached.
“M-master...”
“That’s right, sugar,” he murmured. His cock drove home with one hard thrust. His slick finger stroked over her clit at the same time, fast and rough. The sky disappeared as she broke, screaming and screaming. Her body shuddered, convulsing around him, against him. His grip moved back to her hips, tightening painfully as he gave a guttural growl and came in violent jerks inside her, pressing so deeply she felt as if his shaft filled her entire body.
He was breathing fast and smiling as he released his grip. As she fought for breath in the humid air, he leaned down between her strapped thighs and rested his cheek on her stomach. “Listen to that little heart pound,” he murmured. “I’d better give you a break before you shake apart.”
He kissed her stomach, then nipped, laughing when her pussy clenched around him. Rising, he pulled out, leaving her quivering in emptiness. After disposing of the condom, he gently unstrapped her, helped her sit up, and sat beside her on the top of the table. Her head still whirled.
At the other table, Master Dan tossed the razor into the bowl. “All done here,” he announced.
Beth looked at Kari and choked. He’d left enough hair on his sub’s shaved mound to form the shape of a heart.
Master Nolan snorted a laugh. “You pervert,” he said to Master Dan, getting a flashing grin back in answer.
Frowning, Kari lifted her head. “What? What did he do?” She got a quick slap on her thigh.
“Silence, little sub. You can admire my work later.” Taking a scoop of the lotion, he started rubbing it into her folds so thoroughly that her head fell back with a groan.
“Come, little rabbit,” Sir said, lifting Beth off the table and wrapping an arm around her. “Time to feed you and get you rehydrated. I think you panted away most of the fluid in your body.”
She shook her head. The concern he showed for her was unsettling. How many times had she fainted after one of Kyler’s so-called sessions, weak with dehydration and pain? How many times had she needed to crawl up the stairs, unable to stand? The memory invaded her mind like a maggot, and she edged closer until her body rubbed up against Sir’s with every step.
Nolan felt the little sub burrow closer and ran his hand over her hip. She didn’t usually snuggle. He glanced down, seeing how the tiny muscles around her lips had tensed, and her fingers had clenched. “What was that thought?”
She stiffened, and he smothered a smile. She really hated sharing her emotions.
“Beth.”
“Nothing.”
Anger surged through him, not surprising in the arrival, but the amount. “Beth,” he snapped, and her gaze whipped up even as she flinched. He breathed out, tried to control his voice, but it still came out cold. “Lying... I have a low tolerance for lying.” Another breath. “Why don’t you try that answer again?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I was thinking about how...how differently you treat me than...someone else.” She glanced down at the scars on her arms.
“Someone else, huh? Since you won’t tell me his name, we’ll call him the bastard. No, make it the cowardly bastard, since only a coward picks on a person littler than himself.”
A weak laugh, but a laugh. She was still so close against him that he could feel her muscles relax. “All right.” She continued in a fast flurry of words, an obvious attempt at balancing the scales. “The cowardly bastard never... It’s strange to have someone notice I need water.” The wonder in her voice shook him deep inside.
He stopped and wrapped both arms around her, letting her feel his warmth and his strength. “Beth, when a Dom takes control, leaving no choices for the sub, he has to see to all her needs, not just sexual, but emotional and physical also. If your Dom doesn’t do that, then you find a new Dom.”
Her lips were open, her body as relaxed as he’d ever seen it. He nuzzled the smooth curve of her neck before drawing back, lifting her chin to look into her big eyes. “And if I am not meeting those needs in any way, I expect you to tell me about it.”
Her lips formed the word, “But—”
Now this was a question he’d had before. He ran his thumb along her stubborn little jaw line. “We’re not in a Dom/sub relationship twenty-four hours a day, Beth, so unless we’re playing or at the club, you can talk anytime you want. If we are playing, kneel and ask permission. I rarely refuse.” He bit her earlobe and whispered, “I enjoyed seeing you kneel before me last week.”
A tremor coursed through her body and made him laugh.
When they reached the kitchen, Beth stopped and stared. Dusky yellow walls with brightly painted tile accents. Dark granite counters. Appliances that would make a chef weep in joy.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out bottled water and a platter of finger foods. Tiny sandwiches, miniature quiches, and other hors d’oeuvres were circled by slices of apples, oranges, and pineapple.
“Did you make all that yourself?” she wondered.
His smile flashed, and she realized he’d smiled more today than she’d ever seen. “Not a chance. My housekeeper does this type of fancy stuff. I asked her to come in an extra day this week and set this up.” He handed
her the platter.
“You are so spoiled,” she told him and winced. Dammit. She’d gotten away with that question but teasing him? The laughter in his eyes said he’d been waiting for her to hang herself.
“Stay right there,” he murmured. She heard the bottles drop onto the table. He stepped behind her, his hard body against her back, his hands sliding under her arms and capturing her breasts. “Don’t drop the tray, sugar,” he cautioned as she jerked. She tightened her hold, gritting her teeth as he played with her breasts, thumbing the nipples, pinching them lightly until they peaked. Her arms began to shake as her insides turned liquid.
He chuckled and bit the muscle just below her neck sharply. “Just remember, honey, if Cullen or Dan hear you talking without permission, they’ll likely be doing this...or spanking you.”
Oh, God. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
After a final caress, he released her, leaving her breasts swollen and aching.
In the great room, he set the bottles on the coffee table along with the platter. He grabbed a blanket from a pile on one of the couches, dropped it on the floor beside a chair, and pointed to it.
Her seat, huh? And yet, as he took the chair, and she knelt on her blanket, contentment washed through her. Why was sitting at his feet so...enjoyable? Even arousing? God knew, she never felt the urge to be submissive in everyday life. But here at this play party... Oh, yes, she liked it. As she settled, her newly bare pussy brushed against the woven blanket, and she jumped. How in the world did women who shaved wear tight jeans?
“Drink this, Beth.” Nolan opened a bottle of water and handed it to her as the others joined them. Deborah settled at Cullen’s feet, and Kari at Dan’s. Kari kept glancing down at the heart on her mound, still obviously stunned, and her Dom’s lips quirked every time she did.
“Cullen, take a look at how hard we worked,” Dan said. “Stand up, Kari.”
Good grief, he wasn’t serious, was he? Beth tried to slide behind Nolan’s legs and scowled when he rumbled, “Up, Beth.”
Cullen looked them over, barking a laugh at Kari’s decoration. Beth hoped her blush wasn’t as obvious as Kari’s, but from the amused look on Sir’s face, she had a feeling they were equally red.
As they sat back down, Master Nolan told the Doms to help themselves to the food. And with each hors d’oeuvres, Sir took, he handed her one, tidbit by tidbit. After a few minutes, she noticed she was now getting only foods she liked, like the tiny quiches and the fruit, not the crab-filled shells or the yucky brie. The realization he took the trouble to notice and please her in even this small way made her feel funny. Happy. She looked up at him as she popped a grape in her mouth.
He was watching her. As the grape filled her mouth with sweetness, his eyes crinkled, and then he returned to the men’s conversation.
After the food was gone, the Doms discussed the club for a bit: the changes Z planned to make, the new members, the next meeting of the Shadowlands masters at some restaurant. Nolan glanced down at Beth. “The subs also meet once a month. Did anyone tell you?”
“Jessica mentioned it, but I’ve never gone.” She’d never felt like a normal submissive. Not until now. “Maybe I’ll go next time.”
“I—” Kari stopped, slid a look up at her Dom. “Permission, Master?”
“Good catch, little sub.” He pulled a strand of her long hair with a smile. “Granted.”
“I just went last time with Jessica,” Kari said to Beth. “It was more fun than I’d thought.” She gave Dan an innocent look. “We talk about how horrible our Doms are and sneaky ways to get around them. Why don’t I call you that day, and we’ll all go together?”
Beth nodded enthusiastically. Two friends. She had two friends now.
Chapter Nine
After a trip to the powder room, the subs followed their Doms to Master Nolan’s dungeon near the front of the house. Stomach quivering with nerves, Beth lagged behind the others and stopped in the doorway. The dungeon was almost as big as the great room. It had shutters over the windows, a dark hardwood floor, dark paneling, and dim lighting. If Nolan had designed it to be intimidating, he’d done a good job. She hugged herself as chills goose-bumped her skin.
The ceiling beams were exposed with chains dangling from them. A St. Andrew’s cross leaned against one wall. A bondage table, a sawhorse...more equipment in a dark corner. Various toys hung on the walls: whips, floggers, paddles, canes. The big armoire probably held others.
“I’d forgotten some of what you had here,” Master Dan said, dropping his toy bag and wandering around the room followed by a wide-eyed Kari. “I’m going to have to play catch-up.”
Cullen snorted. “Isn’t possible. Just about the time you do, he’ll build himself another piece.”
Build? Venturing a few steps into the room, Beth bent to examine the closest piece, a spanking table made of solid oak. The joins were perfect, and the finish satin smooth.
Was there anything the man couldn’t do?
She realized she’d spoken aloud when Sir squeezed her shoulder and answered, “I cook badly. I can’t add without a calculator, can’t sing a note, and anything I plant dies in a week.” The gentle look in his eyes captured her gaze more effectively than any restraint.
“Got a game for us?” Cullen asked.
Master Nolan ran a finger down her face before turning to the others. “Don’t I always? The game is in two parts. First, restrain your sub and warm her up in whatever manner pleases you: flogger, paddles, hands, whips.”
Whips? Apprehension scraped like fingernails through her insides. She tried to edge away. Sir’s fingers curled around her arm, stopping her.
“After that, we’ll go out to the pool area, and our subs will serve refreshments,” Nolan continued. “I’ll explain that part when we get out there.”
She really, really didn’t like the slight smile on his face when he talked about “serving,” but the worry about what he planned to do in the dungeon was more immediate.
Dan said, “I remember the game you came up with last time. You’re an evil bastard sometimes.”
Nolan grinned.
When Dan clipped Kari’s wrists together and tugged her over to a chain, the sub looked appalled, whispering, “You wouldn’t really beat me, would you? Master?”
Dan didn’t stop.
Cullen strung Deborah up quickly. He visited the wall, returning with a paddle and dropping a cane on the floor nearby. Deborah took a deep breath, her face flushing and nipples peaking.
“Come, little rabbit.” Sir tugged on Beth’s arm, but she’d set her feet. With a laugh, he swung her over his shoulder and set her down under a dangling chain. His strength seemed frightening all of a sudden, and her mouth went dry. He hooked the chain to her wrist cuffs and winched her up until her toes barely touched.
“That is a pretty sight,” he murmured, running his hands over her breasts. His palms were warm against her cold skin. He tilted her chin up. “What is your safe word, sugar?”
“Red,” she whispered. “Can I use it now?”
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you unbearably?” he whispered back.
Yes. No. Maybe. Playing in the Shadowlands felt so much safer. This dungeon was too much like the room Kyler had set up. Too private, too dark. What if Sir kept her here after the others left? Everything inside of her shook. A frightening sound caught her attention, and she stared as Cullen slapped a paddle across Deborah’s thighs.
Sir followed her gaze, snorted, and grabbed a blindfold from the wall. “I know you’ve seen that at the Shadowlands, even had it done to you, Beth. But today, you might do better not watching everything.”
The blindfold wiped out the room. Now she heard even more clearly the smack of the paddle hitting flesh and the tiny grunts accompanying it, the creak of chains, a bitten-off cry from Kari and her Dom’s deep laugh. She could smell lingering disinfectant, and then Sir’s scent of leather and man and soap. No fancy colognes for him, he—
S
omething soft touched her left arm, and she jerked then relaxed at the fluffy feel. Fur. It moved down her arm, over her breasts, and zigzagged across her stomach to her bare mound. She held her breath as the fur stroked her, circling some areas quickly, then moving in gentle strokes across her buttocks. The touches were never where she anticipated, and slowly her skin roused.
She gasped as something cold circled her breast. Freezing water trickled between her breasts and down until her stomach muscles flinched from the icy feel. Her lips were wetted before the cold moved down her neck and across her collarbone.
Master Nolan’s mouth closed around her nipple. He sucked briefly, leaving the skin tight and wet. A hand squeezed her bottom and released. She received a nip on her other breast. Each brief touch left her more sensitive. When he patted her bare pussy, need shot through her in a massive wave. He sucked her other nipple, his mouth hot and wet. When he puffed air on the wet skin, her nipple peaked almost painfully. Her breasts felt swollen.
He touched her pussy again, and this time slid his fingers through her fold. “You’re wet, sugar,” he whispered. With one hand gripping her bottom, he slid a finger up into her, holding in place as she jerked at the sudden intrusion. Two thrusts and then he spread the wetness over her clit, rubbing the nub slickly with a firm finger until it hardened. Until her hips tilted into his hand.
And then Sir moved away, leaving her pussy burning. Where had he gone? She listened anxiously. What was he planning now? Her heart rate climbed.
Something hit her legs, a spatter of sensation, too soft to be painful. Another and another, moving across her body slowly, each stroke like a heartbeat with only the location changing. The tiny flicks over her breasts were erotic; more teased her pussy until her clit ached with need. The blows increased, stinging now, tiny nips that hovered on the edge of pain, transforming to carnal pleasure.
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