Roane was not sure he would come through it so well, but once it was over, he would be the one to step in and care for the lass and he did not give a flying fuck what Jenna had to say about it.
Throwing back the last of his whiskey, he stood and slowly made his way to the stage steps. He did not want to arrive too soon, else Jenna would have his balls, but he needed to be there for his woman even if she did not know he was present.
He was impressed that Jenna had had screens put across the front of the stage. The rest of the club members could hear what was going on, but would not be able to witness Calliope go through her first two-part scene as a submissive.
He slowly climbed the stairs, pausing just out of sight of those behind the screens. Leaning forward just enough to watch the action, he saw Gentry and Antony wrap cuffs around her wrists and ankles while Whitney slid a blindfold over her eyes. Her clothes were then stripped from her.
She did not fight as they positioned her with her legs spread wide and then hooked to chains secured to the floor and her arms were pulled over her head and out then attached to a trapeze bar. When the club owners’ submissives were finished, she was secured in a manner that all her bits and pieces were available.
“Excuse us, Sir,” a voice whispered as a hand gently pushed on his shoulder.
Roane turned his head, then stepped back, allowing the three uncollared submissives to pass by him and join those already on stage. He followed a step behind the last man. The men looked nervous as they presented themselves to Mistress Jenna.
“Subbies, you’ve been filled in on what’s going on. Calliope has admitted to lying about being a Domme and playing with each of you. You are the three she offended most with her misrepresentation, and therefore you have been charged with punishing her. You may use any implement on the table but club rules continue to be in force regarding use of condoms and safe words. But”—Jenna touched Calliope’s shoulder—“if the girl safe words before the punishment has concluded, she will be invited to leave the club, forever.”
The men nodded their understanding even as they murmured, “Yes, Mistress Jenna,” in unison.
Roane waited until Jenna walked away, leaving the three men staring at the woman as if they had no idea what to do. He motioned for the men to join him at the far side of the stage, then offered some suggestions on what they could do. The men nodded in agreement, smiling as if they knew he would be stepping in once they finished.
Then Roane sat in the one chair in sight and wondered if he should be chained down as well to keep him from interfering.
* * * *
Calliope’s muscles got so tense that she took a breath and forced everything to relax. Things would go a lot smoother and easier if she was not strung as tight as a piano wire. Once Mistress Jenna had made her speech with the threat of expulsion if Calliope stopped the scene before the men were finished, the stage grew uncomfortably quiet. She thought she heard deep male murmuring, but then it stopped and silence descended once again.
The air began to move over her bare skin, but she could not tell if it was that the heating system had kicked on or if the men were circling her. Trying to keep her mind clear, she worked to keep her breathing slow and deep.
She gasped softly when her nipples were suddenly engulfed in wet heat. Two mouths on her breasts. Four hands stroking her sides, chest, and belly. Then fingers tangled in her hair, hooking it behind her ear.
“You will not come, else the punishment will get very painful,” a male voice whispered into her ear.
She could not tell, but she thought it might be Toby. Which mean Sam and Jack were the two suckling at her breasts.
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured as fingers gently traced their way down her spine to the split in her ass.
The fingers slid further, all the way down and under to her pussy, but did not seek to enter. Just when she thought she knew what was going on, everyone pulled away and she was alone again.
Before she could tell herself she would be fine, cold metal touched her peaked nipples and clamped down on the flesh until she went up on her toes in pain. They then eased just enough to let her know she was wearing them. She gasped when they were released and the weight pulled down on her flesh. A moment later, a finger flicked one and a bell jingled.
Before she could get used to that sensation, she was distracted by stroking and pinching and little bites that seemed to be everywhere at once. Thighs, upper arms, back, belly, it seemed as if there were more than just the three men she had scened with lying with her. But, she reminded herself, six hands and three mouths could make for a lot of attention.
Their attentiveness soon had her feeling warm, but not as aroused as she should be with three men attending to her. She tried to think of some way to keep her arousal spiraling higher, but it was no use. The touch of these submissives just made her twitchy to get away.
Calliope lost track of time and everything except the touches that continued to go on and on, long after she was ready to be let down and go home. Biting her lip, she fought the urge to demand they finish what they had started and let her come. She moaned and whimpered with her need as they touches continued, driving her so close to her peak, but never over it.
Then everything stopped and she heard the men walk away. Was that it? Was her punishment over? Or was that just a warm up to the main event?
Calliope tried to move, arching her hips back and forth, pulling on her arms, trying to free herself from the bonds that held her.
She screeched when a swat landed on her left ass cheek.
“Tha’s enough of tha’ squirmin’, lass. Yer punishment maybe over with the club, but I’m takin’ charge of yer training and ’tis come ta me attention that yer in sore need of some discipline. And a Master who knows how to make ye come and come and come,” Master Roane’s voice spoke softly in her ear even as his hands began to cover the same ground the others had.
While the submissives’ touch had been pleasant, it had not done a lot to arouse her. As soon as Jenna had made the threat, Calliope had known there would be no real danger in her coming. In all the evenings she had visited the club, she had never come close to having an orgasm.
But Roane’s touch was doing something entirely different to her. His fingertips were setting fire to every nerve they passed over which in turn blazed through her body straight to her clit. While she wanted only to wrap herself around him and beg him to fuck her hard and fast, Calliope bit her bottom lip and held her tongue.
She jerked in her bonds when his hand followed the same path as Toby’s had, down her back and between the cheeks of her ass. While no other had ever taken her ass, she would gladly give it up to this man.
“Hae ye e’er had a man back here?” he asked as a single fingertip circled the rosette and then pressed gently at its center.
“No, Sir,” she breathed as her pussy overfilled and cream began to coat her thighs.
“Well, I wilna be able ta take ye tonight, but at least we can start yer training,” he said, his voice low and dark, sending shivers through Calliope.
The finger disappeared, only to return a few seconds later cold and wet and slick. She panted as she tried to relax as the finger pressed through the tight ring of muscle, twisting as it continued deeper and deeper. He fucked it in and out several times before pulling it free from her body.
“Now, lass, ye need ta relax as much as ye can,” he instructed gently as something bigger and blunter probed at her back hole.
“What is it?” she gasped softly as it slipped in, growing bigger and bigger before tapering again.
“A plug. ’Twill help stretch yer muscles and prepare ye for when ye take me. Ye’ll take a bigger one every few days, and soon I’ll be filling yer back hole with all of me.”
Calliope found herself shivering in response as Roane began once again stroking and caressing her back half. When he moved around to her front side, he removed the clamps one at a time, replacing them with his mouth, sucking hard at her nip
ples, which only added to the pain of blood returning to the tissues.
She loved it but knew in her heart that only he would be able give her such pleasure with pain. As with all her responses, they were only for this man who had seen beyond her disguise to the truth of her heart.
“Master?” she said, addressing him properly for the first time since meeting him. She could not explain when the change in her mindset had occurred, but he was her Master and she would do whatever he required of her.
“Yes, callie-girl?”
“I’m sorry for demanding you collar me,” she whispered. “If you don’t want to be my Master, I’ll understand. But I’d like you to know that I think I love you.”
Chapter 11
She was not surprised he did not respond. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself for rejection as he released her ankles from their chains. When he lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and slid his condom-sheathed cock fully into her pussy on a single stroke, she gasped in shock. She grabbed the trapeze bar and held on tight as his hands slid around to cup her ass.
“Master?”
“Silence, unless yer plannin’ ta tell me ye definitely love me,” he growled softly as he began to move her back and forth over his cock.
Calliope rolled her lips over her teeth to keep from saying exactly that. It was much too soon for such declarations. After all, they barely knew each other, had only spent a handful of hours together, and had not spoken in the past three days.
He fucked in and out several times before stopping with his cock fully embedded in her. She blinked several when the blindfold was pulled from her eyes before she could see with squinting in the bright stage lights.
He looked just as she remembered, but maybe a little more tired.
“Now, lass, I hae some confessin’ ta do, and I hope ye’ll fergive me when I’m done.”
“I’ll forgive you anything, Master,” she said immediately, arching her body and making small happy sounds as his cock shifted inside her
A smack on her right ass cheek stopped her movements, and she returned his serious look. “I was the one who called Jenna and tol’ her yer secret. I helped her set up last night’s meeting as well as tonight’s punishment.”
Calliope smiled. “I kind of figured.”
“Ye needed ta put the worries behind ye so ye could come to me as ye should, my beautiful gypsy submissive.”
“Yes, Master. I agree. You just moved faster than I did.”
“So ye fergive me for steppin’ in where I might not should hae?”
Calliope grinned, her heart bursting with emotion before she said, “I will if you’ll fuck me until I scream.”
Roane looked thoughtful for a long moment before sliding his cock out and then in again. “I believe tha’s an excellent suggestion, my sweet love, but after this we’re goin’ ta hae ta work on ye no’ toppin’ from the bottom.”
“Yes, Master. Whatever you say, Master.” Calliope giggled as he reached up and released her wrist cuffs so he could carry her to the table and lay her down.
Less than three minutes later she screamed so loud and long that the entire membership paused in their own pursuits to listen.
After a long cuddle while they caught their breath and regained their strength, Roane pulled back and pulled the silver necklace from the pocket of his vest. Holding it in front of her he looked deep into her eyes as he said, “Now, callie-girl, I ken this is no’ yer typical collar, but I wanted somethin’ ye could wear all the time. We’ll hae ta go shoppin’ fer a proper club collar. But, my bonnie gypsy, will ye wear me collar and be me own true submissive love?”
Calliope looked at the heart locket hanging from the chain. “OWL by Roane?” she read the engraving aloud.
“Owned and Well Loved by Roane,” he said as he unhooked the clasp. “So what do ye say, callie-girl? Will ye let me love ye, be yer Master, and teach ye the pleasures ta be had when ye dunna have ta be the boss?”
Callie smiled broadly as she nodded. “It would be my honor, Master.”
THE END
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