Master of Hearts: A Domination And Submission Romance Anthology

by Erika Masten

  “All right, men, Em here is ready. So let’s start the bidding at fifty dollars.”

  Right away a man up front raised his hand and the bidding rocketed from fifty to five hundred in under a minute. Apparently Em was a popular girl here at the club.

  “Did you gentleman see our darling here in the cage tonight?” Gabe bent and trailed his fingers from her knee to the edge of her skimpy skirt and they all watched a shudder rack through her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a natural in public. Someone here is going to be one lucky man tonight. In fact, I think I might be jealous.”

  Catcalls and lewd suggestions flew through the crowd as Gabe worked them up for more bidding. His gaze traveled back to Em and he found her staring at him, not moving or looking around. Rio’s cock thickened at the intensity and the determination he saw there, a trait that called out to him in challenge. Her body language spoke of pride in who she was, and the slightly parted lips and tight nipples reminded him how much she liked the attention of a public setting.

  “All right, settle down, or I’m just going to keep her for myself.”

  A slight smile formed at the edge of her lips but her gaze never wavered. Whatever happened from here on out, for whatever reason, she had set her sights on him. As the bidding raced toward one thousand dollars his dick continued to grow under her perusal and she didn’t flinch or blink for a second from his.

  “How about we sweeten the pot, fellas?” Gabe leaned into her and whispered something in her ear and she nodded, giving her consent to whatever it was he wanted to do.

  He spun her around, forcing her to look away, and ordered her to bend over. Not only did that move reveal the globes of her ass, it also exposed a bare pussy when he nudged her legs farther apart. Someone in the crowd handed him a flogger, which he trailed lightly across each of her cheeks.

  “For each bid you place, she will receive one stroke against her bare bottom.” Quickly several men threw out bid numbers and she received several strikes one right after the other.

  At fifteen hundred the bids once again slowed and Gabe stopped long enough for everyone to see the red streaks already forming and the moisture collecting along the swollen lips of her cunt.

  Rio couldn’t take it anymore. Everything in him wanted to be the one stroking the tender spots to soothe away her pain, to run his thick fingers through her slick folds until she begged him to end her torment.

  “Two thousand dollars.” His voice sounded broken but loud. Every head in the crowd turned to look at him. A few whispers broke out and Gabe stepped in front of the microphone asking for any more bids. Many of the men looked at each other and him, debating whether to bid against him. When no one stepped forward or spoke up, he declared Rio the winner of the night.

  “Come and get your prize and let us all see what you have won.”

  Rio moved effortlessly through the parted crowd and hopped up onto the stage, moving to stand behind Em. As much as he couldn’t wait to see her secret identity, he thought he’d play it up for the crowd. His fingers tugged at the secure tie holding her mask in place until it loosened. Her body stiffened and she held her breath.

  “Don’t worry, Em, this is what everyone has been waiting for.” He pulled the mask away, letting it drop to the floor, and everyone in the room cheered.

  “All right, everyone, the special auction is officially over. Let’s play.” Gabe strode from the stage and left him and Em standing together, waiting. Why all of a sudden had she frozen up, her back as stiff as a steel rod? She’d been playing to him as often as she could and tonight he’d finally bitten.

  “Why are you so nervous?”

  “I’ve been waiting for this for a very long time.”

  “The private party?”

  “No.” she hesitated and he waited. “You.”

  The newly formed pit in his stomach set off his instincts as alarms went off in his head. He was definitely missing something here. He jerked her shoulder and whipped her around, catching his first glimpse of her full face.

  His heart stopped in his chest and blood pounded in his cock. His personal and very forbidden wet dream stood in front of him.

  Emerson. Fuck.

  Chapter Four

  Emerson watched the rage build in Rio’s eyes at her identity. She’d known this would not be easy but he looked like he might throttle her any second.

  “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Emerson? Are you out of your mind?” he roughly whispered. Without giving her a chance to answer he grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into the flesh, and led her off the stage and into a small room off to the side.

  She tried to jerk her arm out of his grasp, but he didn’t let go. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing?”

  “Playing games.”

  That stunned her. She hadn’t thought he would be mean when he found out. Upset yes, mean no.

  “I’m not playing any games, Rio. I’m an adult woman exploring her fantasies.” She glared at him. “All of them.”

  His grip on her arm loosened and his thumb rubbed where he squeezed. The move seemed so automatic she wondered if he even realized he was doing it.

  “You don’t belong in a place like this.”

  “Why not? You’re here.”

  “I’m not young and naïve, either.” Oh, he went too far on that one. He needed to stop treating her like a kid.

  “I may be younger than you, but I sure as hell am not naïve. Or innocent or pure or any other ridiculous label you want to put on me.”

  “Your brother will kill us both if he finds out we’re here together. I can’t do this.” He pushed his hands roughly through his hair, frustration lines forming around his mouth.

  “Give me a break. I’m not twelve years old anymore, so you can’t just pat me on the head and send me away again. If you don’t want to be my Dom tonight, if I repel you that much, I will find someone else.”

  In a flash his hands circled her waist and hauled her against him. Every last hard inch of his chest, torso, and pelvis pressed against her, including the hard cock in his pants. Her pussy creamed again, betraying her anger.

  “You will not find someone else,” he whispered darkly. His lips hovered near her mouth as she struggled for breath. He had the ability to twist her up and turn her around so that she couldn’t remember who she was, let alone what she wanted to say.

  “I’m not leaving.” He’d better not force her hand on this, his influence in the club could very well get her expelled. He continued to glare at her as the warmth of his arousal spread across her bare stomach. She’d often wondered what it would be like to wrap her hands around his thickness, maybe even slide it into her mouth. He couldn’t just walk away now, could he?

  Suddenly his mouth covered hers, rough and demanding. His tongue pushed between her lips and swept through her mouth, throwing her further off balance.

  The deeper they went, the more she felt every inch of his thick shaft pressing against her. Any more and she would melt into a puddle on the floor.

  He tore his mouth from hers. “There is no one else here for you. I shouldn’t even be touching you. But God help me I can’t stop now.”

  She wet her lips, stroking the swollen flesh of her mouth. “Why do you have to stop?”

  His tongue licked at her bottom lip and she opened on a sigh, drawing him into her mouth and sucking on his tongue lightly. Her arms lifted and wrapped around his neck, more of his heat searing into her skin. She had waited so long for this moment, and had been willing to do anything to be naked and underneath him.

  “You’re just a kid, Emmy.” She cringed at the name he used for her when she was little. He was never going to get past the fact that he was older than her and best friends with her brother. It was a barrier he wouldn’t cross no matter whether he wanted to or not. She fought against tears that burned behind her lids. She couldn’t cry…wouldn’t.

  She curled her fingers around his shoulders and shoved him away. “If you do
n’t want me then stop torturing me.”

  Heat flared in his eyes, shifting his demeanor a moment before he moved. “You think this is torture? You haven’t seen anything yet, babe.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room right into the crowd of partygoers. They were met with cheers and comments that sent heat rushing to her cheeks. They were still looking to watch her play.

  Fat chance of that at this point. She’d be lucky if he didn’t grab her by the hair and throw her out of the club. Probably would call her brother, too.

  “You’re sure this is what you really want, Emerson?” He spoke close to her, his warm breath caressing the skin and tickling her ear. Her heart raced and her nipples poked at the abrasive fishnet fabric encasing them.

  “I’m sure,” she whispered. What did he have in mind, was he going to fuck her in front of everyone? Her stomach clenched. There was no one anywhere she trusted more than Rio, even if he hovered on the edge of a foul mood. He would never physically hurt her, although the odds of a broken heart on her part were pretty high.

  He led her over to an open room in the corner, mumbling something about consequences she chose to ignore. There was a door that could be closed for privacy, but he left it open. The wall facing out to the ballroom would have been almost entirely a window had there been a window in it. Instead it was a big square hole where the crowd could gather and watch.

  Inside, the room was painted midnight blue with soft lighting that gave visitors and players plenty of light to see without being harsh. Extraordinary black and white erotic photos hung strategically around the room and black cabinets sat in each corner, filled with any toy or implement one could think of.

  In the center of the room stood a custom made, leather covered horse. A real showpiece bench made for many wicked delights, she imagined. Not to mention the pain that could be implemented if that was her desire. They headed in that direction and she pictured herself tied down on top of it with her naked ass facing the window.

  Rio pulled her past it, though, and instead led her to the cross nailed to the wall that had a low bench in a wide V shape. “Are you familiar with one of these?” he asked her.

  She shook her head as the picture formed. There were hooks at the ends of the cross and on the bottom of the ends of the narrow seat.

  “It’s called a St. George’s chair, perfect for a wanton girl like yourself. Remove your clothing and have a seat.”

  She hesitated.

  He leveled a serious look at her. “Emerson, are you going to be able to obey?”

  She swallowed past the lump in her throat and settled her hands across her stomach to settle her nerves. “Yes, Sir.” She untied her halter at her neck and back and let it fall to the ground at her feet. She then shimmied from her skirt and kicked it off her legs. Standing naked in front of him for the first time was both a thrill and nerve wracking. He paused a moment to look her up and down from head to toe, then headed over to the cabinet for supplies.

  “Go ahead and sit.”

  Feeling slightly self-conscious, she did as told and turned and sat on the small seat with her back against the padded cross on the wall. When she looked up, she faced the open window and the huge crowd that had formed to watch. She’d heard their hushed whispers behind her back, but seeing them in front of her, not knowing how far Rio wanted to go, left her with a familiar nervousness tinged with excitement coursing through her veins.

  He returned with several packages, which he placed on the table next to her. “Let me have your wrist.” She held out her hand and watched him wrap her wrist with a black leather cuff lined with pink fur. He repeated binding her on the other side. Each cuff had a D-ring that attached to the fasteners at the far end of each side of the cross, so that her arms were straight out and basically attached to the wall.

  “Ankles, now.” He stood in front of her, temporarily shielding her from the crowd. His big hands caressed her knees while his mouth took her in a slow, drugging kiss. Em opened to him, hungry for what he gave. What surprised her was the obvious show of need from him with each thrust of his tongue. His passion took her breath away. She could get lost in attention like this. With her focus solely on his possession of her mouth, she barely noticed that his hands slid between her thighs and pushed her legs open until the cool air rushed across her now exposed labia. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the needy sound.

  He broke the kiss and went to work attaching her legs to the bottom of the chair. When he finished, he stood and walked to the table at her side. She now sat fastened down with her arms and legs spread open, her pussy on complete display to all who watched. There were many smiles and appreciative gestures in her direction and, despite her love for attention, her body heated.

  “Emerson, look at me.” She turned and met his gaze. “Are you frightened?”

  Was she? She was certainly nervous but no, not scared.

  “No.”

  Rio smiled that wicked grin, the one that said, I am going to devour you. “How did I know you were going to enjoy this?” He picked up a black cloth from the table and draped it across his hands. “You’ve been hiding from all of us for months, I think it’s only fair that we hide from you this time.” He wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, tying it in the back. Her hands strained against her restraints in automatic response to wanting to remove the blindfold.

  “Are you sure you trust me, sweetheart?” The deep cadence of his voice relaxed her struggling. Of course she trusted him. She’d known him since she was a pre-teen with a silly crush.

  “Yes, of course.”

  “You are a very brave girl.” Without seeing his face she couldn’t tell whether he was being sarcastic or not. She suspected he was.

  With her vision removed, her other senses began to take up the slack. The voices at the window seemed to grow louder and she even heard Rio’s deep but quickened breathing. She’d bet he was as excited by this event as she was. She longed to see his reactions, to touch his body, to know what he was thinking.

  “Loss of control is hard for a first timer in a situation like this, so my job is to break through the barriers you are building and give you what you need. Like these breasts…so petite and succulent…and in great need of attention.”

  His hands massaged and stroked her small globes. When his fingers grazed her nipples she arched her back into his hands with a hiss of pleasure. With forefinger and thumb he pinched her tips until she sucked in a hard breath. Pain built alongside the pleasure.

  “Try to be still for me, Emerson. This is all about control for both of us. You still have a lot to learn.”

  How could she be still when every touch and taste was designed to drive her crazy? She whimpered when his hands left her body and he moved away. The whispers of the crowd returned without him there to distract her. She made out the words tits and cunt several times. Liquid heat rushed to the folds of her pussy. God, even if she wanted to deny how much this turned her on, the evidence gave her away.

  A new sound came from the direction of the little table and she realized that Rio had moved the stool she’d seen along the wall. Was he sitting on it? Would he be touching her again?

  “Everyone loves your body, sweetheart. They want more…they want to see you come.” Her head jerked at the close contact of his voice in her ear. She hadn’t even heard him approach. “Do you want more? Or should I stop now and let you go?”

  “No, don’t stop.” Her voice came out hoarse and louder than she’d expected, and a murmured appreciation came from the end of the room. A light stroke of her flat belly sent new shivers racing to her core.

  “Relax, Emerson. You’re supposed to enjoy yourself.” She loved the dark timbre of his voice, it soothed her and allowed her to slowly release the tension in her shoulders and torso. When his fingers trailed through the wet slit of her sex, she tried to tilt her hips to encourage him and received a sharp slap to her inner thigh.

  “You’re not being still like I asked. Patience is what you nee
d.”

  “Can’t help it, need so much.” She breathed heavily.

  “I know, and you need to trust me that I understand these things. Trust me, Emerson. In fact, I am revoking your permission to speak. You will also have to remain quiet. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. “Good girl. Now let me give everyone a good view of this pretty pink pussy of yours.”

  His fingers moved quickly, spreading her lips wide open. Besides the few whispers she heard, she also caught a few moans, both feminine and masculine.

  “It’s very lickable, wouldn’t you say?” Her muscles clenched tight and her juices flowed at his words. She had longed to know what it would feel like to have Rio’s mouth there, teasing her clit…tasting her.

  The stool moved rapidly like it had been kicked out of the way, but she had no idea what he was doing. Footsteps…she heard several. Only Rio’s, or were there others as well? His hands dropped away and she heard a package being opened on the table. Every muscle in her body had gone taut, unable to relax as she tried to anticipate his next move and the next touch to her body.

  “I think this toy will be a good way to really get this part started.” A buzzing noise started up and she knew he held a vibrator of some sort.

  “Hold this for me, will you? And feel free to give it a little test run on her if you like while I get the next implement ready.”

  Who the hell was he talking to? He wanted someone else to play with her as well? She didn’t get much chance to think about it when the cool, vibrating toy was pushed against her nipple. The low buzz sparked a reaction deep in her body and the whimpers she’d managed to hold back came tumbling out.

  “Very nice. I think she likes that.” Another package opened as the vibrations went from one nipple to the other until the peaks tightened almost painfully. She heard a vague squirting noise in the distance and then a finger was touching her ass, poking at the small hole. She hadn’t even realized the chair had left that part of her anatomy accessible.