Master Eddie's Sub

by Michele Zurlo

  Master Eddie’s Sub

  Club Alegria #2

  Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan

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  Club Alegria #2: Master Eddie’s Sub

  Copyright © June 2014 by Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan

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  Warning: This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. It is not meant for underage readers.

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  Master Eddie’s Sub (Club Alegria #2)

  Marina held tight to Eddie’s hand as he led her through the club. They’d been scening in private for several months, and this was to be her public debut. The place was huge, so large that it made her feel like less of an exhibitionist. People might stop to watch, but so much was going on that a larger crowd wouldn’t gather. Both she and Eddie were relatively new to the lifestyle, and he’d only recently accepted her as his sub. She put her hand to her neck and traced the tip of her finger along the play collar he’d put on her before they’d left her apartment.

  Eddie stopped in front of a spanking bench, and Marina shivered. Eddie had one of those in his home dungeon. He’d put her on it several times, enough for it to become clear to both of them that impact play could only be a punishment.

  He pulled her closer and slung his arm around her, settling his hand on her opposite hip. She liked how he made her feel small and protected. He kissed her cheek. “I want you to watch this, Marina. You’ve met Master Carlos before, but you haven’t met his sub, Catherine.”

  Master Carlos had supervised a few of their scenes when Marina had first begun seeing Eddie, and Marina knew he’d play a part in their first public scene tonight. Marina peered up at Eddie, taking in the way his black lashes cast shadows on his high cheekbones. She was fascinated by the sharp planes of his face and the smoothness of his darkly tanned skin. He towered over her, and his lithe build hid surprising strength. He was in the habit of scooping her up in his arms whenever he felt the urge. She loved to nestle her head against his shoulder and give herself over to his tender care. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to fall head-over-feet for him.

  She snuggled into his embrace and watched the scene unfolding before her. Already a sizeable crowd had gathered. Marina chalked it up to the fact that Carlos was widely respected member of the club. He’d mentored several doms here, and her own Sir held Carlos in the highest regard.

  Master Carlos secured Catherine to a padded spanking bench. She wore a lacy thong and a half corset that pushed her large breasts up to spill over the top. He checked the points of restraint, bending to speak quietly to her. Then, without warning, he reached underneath and grasped her nipple, pulling and twisting it viciously. Catherine cried out. “Son of a bitch! They don’t come off!”

  Marina gasped and looked to Eddie. She’d never once talked back to him, not even when he’d paddled her for ten minutes straight.

  He grinned. “Catherine is a SAM, a smart-ass masochist. She taunts Carlos, pushing him to punish her longer, faster, or harder.”

  “He doesn’t get mad and release her?”

  “Nope. He wouldn’t change her for the world.”

  “What about you?” Marina knew that Eddie had dominated Catherine with Master Carlos, and that he’d participated in threesomes with them as part of a scene. “Do you like that about her?”

  Eddie chuckled. “She only smarts off to Carlos. I think they’d both consider it cheating if she were mouthy with another Dom. She’s never been disrespectful to me, though when I was first learning, she had no trouble telling me to put more force into my swing. You’ll like her. She’s actually very nice.”

  Marina wasn’t sure if she had a right to feel faint pangs of jealousy over people who’d known her Sir longer than she had—especially anybody who had experienced his tender lovemaking.

  “Marina,” he nibbled her earlobe, a warning bite. “Tonight we’re going to invite them into our scene. You need to speak up if that’s not what you want.”

  She wanted what he wanted, but saying so seemed like lip service. Showing him, on the other hand, would prove that she wanted nothing more than to please him. “I’m excited for our scene, but I’m terribly nervous. I’ve never done any of these things with strangers watching.”

  A glance down proved that Eddie was aroused by the idea of doing things to her in public, and that calmed her more than words could. He shifted her to stand in front of him. Master Carlos had released Catherine’s nipple, and now he worked on her ass with a wooden paddle. She shrieked and howled, but when he let up, she said, “Getting tired already, Master? I’m barely feeling it.” Her ass was a maze of redness, and bruises would no doubt appear in a little while.

  Eddie slid his hands up Marina’s thighs, reaching under her shirt to knead her breasts. Marina relaxed against his strong body and let herself enjoy her Sir’s attention. Master Carlos resumed spanking Catherine, this time with a tree branch that whistled through the air and left welts across her ass and thighs, and Eddie slid his hand under her skirt and into her panties. Marina gasped when his probing fingers found her wet and ready. Though she didn’t want to be spanked, the sight of someone else being disciplined definitely turned her on. That, and Eddie’s proximity. Just the smell of him got her hot and bothered.

  He scooted the crotch of her panties aside and plunged fingers into her pussy. Marina stifled a moan and her hips thrust forward. He nipped at her earlobe again. “No coming.”

  Even though she wanted to protest and beg, she merely nodded. When Eddie let her come, it was always spectacular. She trusted him, and she loved how he tormented her. He pumped into her, curving his fingers to find her sweet spot. Marina moaned, little high-pitched sounds of protest as she struggled to stave off her orgasm. He always seemed to know when she could stand no more, but this time was different. He ground the bulge in his jeans against her lower back and massaged her sweet spot without mercy. The noises coming from Marina turned desperate, and she couldn’t hold it off anymore.

  “Don’t come,” he said as he twisted her nipple, sending her over the edge. He continued fingering her, drawing out her orgasm, and then he held her against him. “You disobeyed, Marina.”

 
He’d pretty much forced her to it, but Marina would never say that aloud. He was perfectly aware of what he’d done. She turned to face him, her gaze lowered in submission. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please forgive me.”

  He didn’t say anything for the longest time. Behind her, the sounds of Catherine’s shrieks and moans were deafening. The woman had a set of lungs on her, and it only served to make Marina more tense as she waited for her Sir’s judgment. Catherine’s sounds came to a crescendo, leaving no doubt she was having a huge orgasm. When she quieted, Eddie hooked his finger under Marina’s chin in a silent order to look at him.

  “Forgive? Maybe. First you need punishment. I’m going to vary the scene we’ve planned to include it.”

  Marina blinked in surprise, but she didn’t protest. “Thank you, Sir.” Around them, the crowd drifted way. She expected Eddie to approach his friends, but he guided her in the opposite direction.

  “Aftercare,” he said. “Always give privacy for that, even in a public place. After a scene, a sub is vulnerable. Recall how you get.”

  Aftercare with Eddie often included a bath or shower, a massage if she’d been bound, much cuddling, and sometimes tender sex. She reflected on that while following him to where he wanted to begin their scene. Two shiny metal poles were attached at the floor and ceiling. Places to bind a submissive were spaced six inches apart from the bottom to several feet above Marina’s head. Sir peeled her shirt off. Marina lifted her arms to be helpful. He hadn’t allowed her a bra, so once the shirt was gone, her breast were bared to anyone who cared for a peek. Though people stopped to watch, nobody seemed overly focused on her chest.

  “Look at me,” Eddie said, gripping her chin. “I’m your only concern. You’re here to please me, nothing else.”

  Marina took a deep breath, which made her realize she hadn’t been breathing. She smiled at Eddie, relieved he’d come to her rescue when she hadn’t realized she needed it. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Eddie kissed her forehead, and then he stripped her panties away, leaving her in only a short skirt that would show her ass if she bent forward. He tied her ankles to the bottom rings, forcing her to stand with her legs a little more than shoulder-width apart. The skirt became a strip of fabric covering her hips. Then he tied her wrists so that her arms stuck out on either side. He circled her, checking the bindings, and he ended up behind her.

  Marina’s chest rose and fell in her peripheral vision. It seemed obscene to her, and that made her clit tingle. When Eddie pressed his body to hers, she felt his warm flesh against her back. He’d shed his shirt. She loved the way it felt when he touched her, surrounded her. He guided her head back, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth for a kiss that left her breathless and in no doubt that he owned her. Then she felt his fingers at her back entrance, smearing lubricant.

  “Exhale,” he commanded as he pushed a wide plug into her ass. It stung, and Marina panted as the feeling subsided.

  Then he stepped away, and she knew this was her punishment. Heat suffused her neck and traveled to her face. To be left on display like this was a humiliating experience, yet she knew that Eddie liked it, and she realized he’d forced her to climax against his order just so he could dole out this punishment. He was deliciously wicked and devious.

  Time passed. Onlookers came and went, and though Marina focused on the floor, she didn’t really see it. Eddie stood off to the side, guarding her. He might want people to look, but he’d kill them if they touched. After what she estimated to be fifteen or twenty minutes, Master Carlos approached. He led Catherine on a leash attached to a her leather play collar. It was thick, of a quality that left no doubt they played frequently. A ball gag split her lips.

  “Eddie!” The two men clasped hands and engaged in a man-hug that involved pounding one another on the back. “Glad to see you made it.”

  Behind him, Catherine glanced up and winked at Marina. Serenity blazed from her body, and devilry danced in her eyes.

  Master Carlos tugged at her leash. He attempted a scowl, but he only managed a wry, loving smile. “Catherine, you may greet Master Eddie.”

  Catherine threw her arms around Eddie’s neck and hugged him tightly. He returned the gesture, and Marina was surprised that jealousy didn’t surge through her. Perhaps because Catherine clearly belonged to Master Carlos?

  Eddie reached down and squeezed Catherine’s ass. She yelped and wiggled away, looking to Master Carlos for help, but he merely laughed. “That’s what you get for winking at his sub. You always said that Eddie would be possessive once he found the right woman. You were right, sweetheart.”

  Catherine narrowed her eyes, speaking volumes though she had no voice.

  “I see why you gagged her,” Eddie said. “She’d end up earning a punishment instead of getting a reward.”

  “Yep,” Master Carlos agreed. The smile on his face didn’t fade. He gestured for Catherine to kneel next to the post, which she did. And then he attached her leash to an eye hook. “You’ll stay here with Master Eddie and Marina while I get a bench for your reward.”

  Catherine assumed a relaxed posture, as if she was used to waiting on her knees. Master Carlos wasn’t gone long. When he returned, he carried a long, thin bench that would look at home under a set of barbells. He wiped it down and slid it between Marina’s legs. Never once did he address her directly, though he did throw her the same smile and wink that Catherine had offered earlier.

  Eddie helped Carlos secure the bench’s legs to places in the floor that Marina hadn’t noticed before. When the finished, Master Carlos led Catherine to the bench. Without being told, she laid on her back with her face under Marina’s spread legs. Moisture rushed to Marina’s pussy. Over the months of their association, she and Eddie had talked a ton—about anything and everything. One of the things she’d let slip after too much wine had been that she’d always wanted to be forced to let a woman give her oral.

  Master Carlos bound Catherine’s wrists lower on the same pole that held Marina in place, and then he removed her gag. “Don’t say a word, princess. There’s more to come after this, but only if you’re very good. I know how difficult that will be for you.”

  Catherine gave a nod, but she followed her Master’s order. Eddie stood to one side of Catherine, a length of rope in his hand. He and Carlos worked together to bind Catherine’s legs up and out of the way, exposing her pussy to all who watched. Then Eddie adjusted Marina, forcing her legs farther apart so that she had to bend her knees and lower her pussy to Catherine’s face.

  Beneath her, Catherine smacked her lips. “She’s so wet, Eddie. I know you wish you were sucking this cunt.” With that, she licked from Marina’s clit to her hole.

  Master Carlos stood between Catherine’s legs. He lifted a brow at Eddie, who nodded. Carlos slapped Catherine’s ass on top of a recent welt. Catherine’s body jerked, and she moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against Marina’s tissues. “You’ve earned a punishment for taunting Eddie,” Master Carlos said.

  Catherine’s tongue danced around Marina’s clit, flicking and tapping, and then she plunged it into Marina’s pussy. Tension built, and Marina rocked on Catherine’s face. “Yes,” Eddie said. “Fuck her face. I want to see you come in her naughty mouth.”

  With that permission, relief flooded through Marina. She wouldn’t have to fight this one. Master Carlos knelt between Catherine’s legs, opened his mouth wide, and bit Catherine’s exposed pussy. The woman’s shriek turned to a moans as he started eating in earnest, and each one vibrated through Marina’s swollen tissues.

  “Oh God!” Marina shouted as it became too much to bear. “Sir, please!”

  “Come for me,” Eddie commanded, and Marina did. She came in a woman’s mouth with a crowd of people watching. “That is so sexy,” Eddie whispered against her cheek as he banded his arm around her waist to take pressure off her shoulders. “But we’re not finished. Do you need anything adjusted?”

  “No, Sir. Thank you for the orgasm. I’m glad it pleased
you.”

  Master Carlos untied Catherine and helped her sit up. “Marina enjoyed herself, sweetheart. You did a great job. Your punishment for sassing Eddie is no orgasm for you, and I know how close you were. Now, go apologize.”

  Catherine slid to the ground, landing on her knees in front of Eddie, who tapped her head immediately. Her gaze remained lowered. “I’m sorry for taunting you, Eddie. Thank you for letting me taste your sub. She’s divine, and she’s so lucky to have you.”

  Marina thought Catherine was laying it on a bit thick, but when Master Carlos hauled his submissive to her feet, Marina read nothing but sincerity in her eyes. They disappeared from sight quickly, mostly because Marina’s attention was on Sir. He held clamps in his hand. They were thick and nasty looking, the kind that would grab a good chunk of her boob as well as her nipple. Pinching her entire areole, he snapped it on and tightened it down. She cried out and waited for the pain to subside. He did the other one before she was ready, and fat tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Sir kissed one away. “Damn, you’re so beautiful when you cry.” He knew she could take it; this wasn’t their first time playing with these toys.

  Next he attached weights to each one. Marina cried out, especially when he set them to swinging. She closed her eyes against the pain, which turned out to be a mistake. Not only did it magnify the sensations, but when she opened them, he held a massive silver vibrator in his hand. A cord led to a panel with dials and switches. Marina felt her eyes growing wider. Though he set it on the bench that was now next to her, the uneasy feeling didn’t subside. They’d engaged in small amounts of electric play before, but nothing internal.

  She waited while he did the safety checks and made sure it was properly grounded—what else could she do? Standing here while he took his sweet-assed time was excruciating for her nerves. No matter how this ramped up the anticipation, she always found waiting the most difficult part of any scene.

  When he seemed satisfied with the way the equipment was running, he moved her arms, retying them above her head so that she had no freedom of movement and no chance of escaping his torture devices. Then he handed her a metal ball with a bell inside, like a heavy duty cat toy. He kissed her hard, plundering her mouth with his tongue, and then he rested his forehead against hers. “How are you doing, Marina?”