Mastering Her Desires

by Melinda Barron

  Once he’d snapped the lock into place, he pulled on the reserve chain. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Your brat, Sir.”

  “You’re a nasty little brat, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her earlier thoughts about the whipping being too much after the spanking drifted away. She wanted to taste the leather.

  “What happens to nasty little brats?”

  “They get whipped, Sir.”

  Kenan released the chain. “Bind her between the columns.”

  Two huge male subs grabbed her arms roughly and dragged her toward the columns at the front of the room. They tied her hands to the ropes attached to the steel beams, then bent to do the same to her legs. She couldn’t help but smile in anticipation; happy her back was to the crowd.

  Kenan appeared in front of her, a long bullwhip in his hands. She almost came at the sight.

  “Kiss it,” he demanded, placing the handle in front of her.

  Her lips touched the soft leather, and she moaned softly.

  “Try to pretend like you’re not enjoying it,” he whispered in her ear. “Brats fight their whippings. Use that voice you’re so famous for.”

  What the hell was she supposed to say? She thought and thought and then blurted out, “Better the taste of the whip in my mouth than your dick.”

  The crowd gasped and Kenan’s eyes widened in surprise. Then they narrowed in anger. “You little slut.”

  “Fuck you!”

  His face blazed with anger, and he stood back. “Bring me a gag.”

  One of the male subs ran to do his bidding. Piper shook her head from side to side as the sub tried to fit the ball into her mouth. Finally, the second sub came up and held her head still while the first fit the gag into place.

  When they were gone, Kenan said, “Since your ass is already warmed up from Milord Leo’s spoon, we’ll get right to it.”

  He moved behind her quickly. Her body trembled, both from eagerness and from the way her arms and legs were lashed to the columns.

  The first stroke caught her by surprise, and she screamed against the gag. The crowd clapped as a second then a third fell. Her ass, already on fire, burned against the bite of the leather, but by the time he made it to seven, she wanted to scream for more.

  Eight, nine, ten…damn, she needed to come. She swayed as much as she could. The crowd saw this as her trying to get away from the lash. They cried out in pleasure at her pain, and she felt like a gladiator during Roman times. All that would be missing at the end was the thumbs up or down by the emperor.

  Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Fuck, but he was good with the whip. He never hit the same area twice. Three different times he’d strayed to her thighs, which provided a delicious sting.

  Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five.

  “Look at these beautiful welts,” he said to the crowd as he grasped her ass and jiggled it.

  More clapping and roars of approval.

  “That’s enough on the ass, I think, for now. Someone bring me a cat, so I can mark her breasts and cunt.”

  He was in front of her now, the whip exchanged for a cat. He placed it in front of her mouth and demanded homage in the form of a kiss.

  “Oh wait, you can’t because you have a big mouth, and it’s already full.” The taunts from the crowd made her want to spit. Kenan pulled on the chain so that their faces were inches apart.

  “I’ll make sure I hit your clit. Come as much as you want. The gag will keep the crowd from knowing it’s pleasure you’re feeling.”

  He backed up and flicked the lashes across her breasts. It was made of rubber, and the bite was harsh. The feeling spread through her as he moved it over her stomach and down between her legs. The strikes started out as horizontal then went to vertical. He hit the front of her thighs, and Piper danced against her bindings. She wanted to, no needed to, come.

  Her pussy dripped with need, making her folds wet and swollen. It didn’t take long for the bands to spread her lips. A few of them hit her clit, and she soared, screaming against the gag. He continued to pummel her pussy with the cat, and seconds later she came again, the feeling so overwhelming she felt as if she would black out.

  “Enough,” he said, dropping the cat at her feet. He undid his jeans. Was he going to make her suck him off here? She wasn’t sure her mouth would work right after being held open for so long.

  Once his dick was out, he pointed to a sub standing against the wall. The woman wore a red corset, and Piper vaguely remembered that being the sign of a sub who was open for play.

  “Suck my dick,” he commanded the woman, and she immediately fell to the task. Kenan’s gaze locked on Piper as the woman’s mouth worked his cock.

  “This could be yours, if you learned to obey,” he said angrily. He grasped the woman’s hair and thrust hard, a guttural growl sounding low in his throat. “Very good.” This time his voice was soft, and he stroked the woman’s cheek. She looked up at him in adoration, and Piper wanted to scream at her to leave him alone, that he belonged to her.

  The woman kissed his thigh, then moved away. Kenan put himself away, then nodded at the two male subs. “You can take her gag out when she’s bound to the wall in my room.” He handed them the corset. “Put this on her before you leave.”

  If it hadn’t been for their arms, she might have collapsed onto the floor. They lifted her between them and marched toward the door. Doms and Dommes sneered at her as she walked past. As they neared the back, Piper lifted her head to look at a few, hoping to keep her bratty behavior in tact.

  Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze raked the crowd and stopped on one man…a blond with a nose, cheeks, and chin she recognized.

  Carlton Stein, and his gaze followed her with rapt attention.

  Chapter Eight

  Kenan found her lying on the bed, ass up, despite his public orders to tie her to the wall. Leo had snuck into the room after the two subs had left and released her, as Kenan had asked him to do.

  “Please tell her that I’ll be there shortly, and she deserves a bonus.”

  He stuck around the room long enough to see if Carlton Stein would talk to him, and he did, putting out his hand for a shake before Kenan left the room. It was all he could do to be civil to the man, but he’d smiled and answered questions after the initial introduction with a “like-minded individual”.

  It had taken all of his willpower to not tackle the asshole and put him in cuffs. But his backup wasn’t here yet, and too many people could be placed in danger if he followed through on his instincts. He was confident in his abilities, but he wasn’t dumb enough to take bad risks. So, he’d gritted his teeth and hoped it looked like he was enjoying their meeting.

  No, he hadn’t had his sub long. They were still in the training process. Yes, she was quite cheeky and needed a firm hand, which he would give her. Sure, he’d let “Jim” know when the next public session would be. The brat worked in the kitchen, and Kenan could be found there.

  Now, Kenan studied the marks on Piper’s ass and thighs. The welts looked painful to him, but he knew she’d come hard while he’d been whipping her pussy. He put his hand on her thigh, and she groaned.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Floating,” she whispered.

  A smile tugged at his mouth, and he went into the bathroom and retrieved a bottle of lotion. He sat down cross-legged on the bed and began working the cream over her ass.

  “Nice,” she murmured, her voice sounding as if she were almost asleep.

  “You did excellent,” he said as his hand strayed to her thighs. “He’s here.”

  “I saw him.” It was almost as if she talking in her sleep. “Different hair color, same chin, nose, and cheeks.”

  Kenan chuckled. “Good for you.” He patted her bottom. “We’re staying in the rest of the night. I want to leave him wanting more.”

  “That’s creepy,” she replied. “I mean that he talked to you about me.”

  “So did three
other Doms and one Domme, all wanting to know if they could test their whip skills on your ass.”

  She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “What did you say?”

  “That I don’t share.” He winked at her, an action that took him by surprise. “Except maybe with Leo, but they don’t have to know that.”

  “No sex, remember?”

  “I remember.” He patted her bottom. “Roll over.”

  When she was on her back, he continued his massage, rubbing the soothing moisturizer into her breasts and belly. She moaned softly, and his dick hardened. Not fucking her was going to be harder than he’d thought. Right now, his cock wanted to find a home in between her plump pussy lips.

  He let his fingers drift into her slit where he toyed with her slave ring.

  “Stop that,” she said, with no real energy behind the command.

  “Make me.” He gave it a good tug, and her groan made his prick throb. “Would you like a bonus orgasm?”

  “What you got in mind, sailor?”

  “A licking for a licking?”

  Her eyes had been closed. Now, they popped open. “A licking from who?”

  “You hiding someone in the bathroom? I thought it was only the two of us in here.”

  Her look of utter shock made him laugh out loud.

  “You’re a Dom, and you’re going down on me?”

  “It’s not unheard of, you know. I like to reward good behavior, and if I’m eating you, I can control your orgasm. I like pussy. Does that shock you?”

  She shrugged against the mattress. “I just never knew a Dom who gave head.”

  “Your pussy belongs to me, and right now, I want to snack on it. Spread your legs.” She obeyed, and he thought that she was perfect when she was doing as she was told. Oh, who was he kidding? She’d been perfect all fucking day. He pulled his shirt over his head before tossing it aside. Then he settled himself between her legs.

  He teased her at first, rubbing his finger along her slit. “Tell me how many Doms have owned you.”

  Her body stiffened and she tried to close her legs.

  “Don’t move, or I tie you to the bed. Answer my question.”

  There was such a long beat he thought she was going to refuse. Either that or she’d fallen asleep. Finally, she said, “One.”

  “One?” That shocked him.

  “Yes. I’ve only had one true relationship with a Dom.” He could tell by the way her body shifted she’d turned her head toward the wall. “Playing doesn’t count.”

  “Tell me about him.” Her legs moved so fast he thought she was trying to place him in a headlock. He rolled off the bed, crouching into attack position. She stood on the other side, her hands on her hips.

  “Listen, nobody said we had to play ‘this is your life’. I’m playing a brat for you to attract your prey’s attention, but my personal life is none of your business.” Gone was the lazy, half-asleep tone she’d had before. Now, she sounded as if she could spit nails.

  “Left a good impression on you, didn’t he?”

  “That’s none of your fucking business.”

  Kenan sat down on the bed. He worked to keep his temper in check, but it was hard. He took several calming breaths before speaking again, hoping the silence made her uncomfortable. But with Piper, he never knew. “Don’t forget who has the key to what you’re wearing. That means you belong to me. Watch your tongue.”

  “I don’t want to talk about…him.” She sat down next to him. “You can just give me another orgasm, and we can go to sleep.”

  He laughed in derision. “That time is long past. You lost your bonus.”

  “That sucks.” She lay back down. “Can I go to sleep, then? My ass hurts.”

  “It’s only ten o’clock. I thought we’d take a walk through the rooms.”

  “With me on a leash?”

  “You don’t have to worry about any more playtime tonight. This is strictly observation.”

  “Can I wear clothes?”

  “You can wear your chastity belt and a big smile.” Almost as an afterthought, he said, “And a chain between your nipples rings.”

  “You want to check on Stein, right?”

  He nodded. “I’m going to ask you to stay silent unless I give you permission, can you do that?”

  “Yes.”

  He studied her. “Somehow I doubt it, but we’ll give it a try.”

  * * * *

  The playrooms were busy, but Kenan only had one thing in mind—finding Carlton Stein and seeing what he was doing. He wanted to keep an eye on the ass, but he didn’t want to make it seem as if he were doing so. That took a certain amount of talent. The best thing to do would see if Stein was participating in a scene in one of the rooms, then watching the scene next to it, his gaze straying occasionally to his prey.

  Three days, that was all he needed. His backup had rearranged plans and would be here by then. He and Leo had talked during the afternoon and decided the best take down strategy would be at night when Stein was sleeping. They’d go into the room and whisk him out under cover of night. He’d be back in New York by Saturday, behind bars, with no bail.

  Kenan tugged on the leather in his hand, which earned him a rebuke from Piper.

  “Watch it,” she said. “You don’t want to choke me before you have a chance to whip me again, do you?”

  “Hush brat, or I’ll chain you to the wall in the room and come back and play on my own.”

  All color seemed to drain from her face, and she nodded very slowly. “Sorry, Sir.”

  Her actions made him wonder about her past. She’d freaked at the wheel, yet when he’d chained her in the playroom she’d been all for it. When threatened with being left alone while bound, she looked like she’d faint. This unknown Dom who had collared her at one point must have been a real piece of work. He needed to talk with Cherokee, see what was what.

  That’s not why you’re here, a voice inside his head whispered. Remember, you hired a sub so you didn’t have to worry about emotional things. You just wanted someone to play with who would attract Stein’s attention, keep him close.

  Of course, she didn’t need to worry about being left alone while bound. It was a dangerous thing to do, and he’d never put a sub in harm’s way. That was why he’d had Leo release her after this afternoon’s session.

  He tugged on the leash. “Do you need a gag?”

  “No, Sir.” She shook her head.

  “Then I don’t expect to hear another word come out of your mouth until the morning.”

  She nodded. The movement made her bare breasts jiggle, and the chain between her nipples caught his eye. He’d love to sit and play with her, pulling on the chain, watching her eyes widen as the clamps pulled at her nipples.

  One shake of his head broke the spell, and he turned to scan the crowd again. There he was, standing near where a Domme was torturing her sub’s cock and balls. He held Victoria’s leash. She was on all fours, which made her look like his pet.

  The sub lay on a table, his stiff cock wrapped in rubber bands. The Domme attached several clothespins to his balls then snapped her fingers.

  Victoria stood and carefully mounted the table, lowering herself onto the sub’s dick. Humiliation for the male sub, Kenan thought as he watched Victoria start to bounce, being forced to fuck a sub while he was in so much pain.

  “Hey, Kenan.” The hail caught him by surprise. He’d been watching the scene and had failed to see Stein look around. “Come and join us. Your sub can go next.”

  “Don’t offer my bitch’s cock without my permission,” the Domme said.

  Kenan looked at the sub’s face and realized it was the same one who had cleaned up his cum before sucking Piper’s clit. His face was contorted into a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Kenan realized he was working hard not to have an orgasm. It was probably difficult, since Victoria was bouncing up and down on him like he was an exercise ball.

  “Mistress,” the man whispered. Kenan recognized the
tone: I can’t hold it anymore. Please let me come.

  The Domme stroked his hair. “You can wait.” She smacked Victoria’s ass. “Faster.”

  “If I can’t offer his dick, you can’t hit my sub.”

  Kenan held back a groan at Stein’s schoolyard taunt.

  “I’ll do anything I want while she’s fucking my bitch.”

  “What are we, in grade school?” Kenan asked. “Keep it up, and the floor manager will kick you both out.”

  Stein’s snort revealed everything Kenan knew about him, as if he were saying, “I can do whatever the fuck I want. I got away with murder. Let him try to kick me out.”

  “They’re pretty strict,” Kenan went on. “I know the owner, and he doesn’t put up with what he considers bad behavior.”

  Another snort. “Hey, cunt, get off the dick.”

  Kenan cringed. Calling a sub a cunt, as if that was what you’d named her, was beyond the pale as far as he was concerned. But Victoria took it like a pro. She climbed down and went to her hands and knees in front of Stein.

  “Your friend trains the toys well.”

  Another cringe and Kenan realized that it wasn’t the words that pissed him off. It was the speaker. Stein could say the sky was blue, and Kenan would want to deck him.

  “Let’s go find something more interesting,” Stein said. He leaned over and picked up Victoria’s leash before jerking it. The switch groaned, and Kenan stepped between the two.

  “Don’t you want to see how this scene ends?”

  “Who cares?” Stein shrugged. “My sub fucked his rubber-banded prick. It didn’t give me the thrill I though it would. I’m bored.”

  Kenan looked at the Domme. “What’s your name?”

  “Lady M,” she replied. “And you?”

  “My friends call me K. Would you like the brat to jerk him off?”

  “That would be lovely to watch her play with him.” She slapped his dick. “He’s all yours, brat.”

  Piper glanced at him in a questioning manner, and he shook his head. “I’ve forbidden her to speak until morning. But it doesn’t take a mouth to do what we want. Get to work, brat.”