“Let's leave thoughts about Ricardo's spa for another day,” he commented, amusement in his gaze. “Keep your mind on me, this room, slave. Or I'll have to work harder at keeping you here.”
“Yes, Master.”
I was so in the room, the whimsical thoughts about Ricardo's new massages had broken through the layers of ice that'd formed after Mom's death. I felt. For the first time in days I could feel the leather striking my back, my ass. My thighs. Gentle and slow, but the sensation was so much stronger and more alive than the numb I'd drowned in the past few days.
Tears burned my eyes as I closed them and relaxed into Chief's ministrations. My mind wandered through the events I'd endured. Survived. But the rhythmic tapping against my skin dragged me away, to Chief and this room. Nothing else mattered. No one else existed.
The furniture disappeared. Everything vanished. I floated in a sea of sensations, emotions awakened by the man turning my entire body into a live wire. Chief. No, Master. I drew in a ragged breath and allowed the reactions clogged in my throat to escape in a long, deep moan.
My focus tunneled. I heard nothing aside from the strikes landing against my flesh. I entered a new place. No, I'd been here before. Briefly, with Fist in the compound's dungeon. With Max. With Chief when I'd been at his house the last time.
This time was different. I wandered deeper into the dark, the place so entrenched in me I doubted anyone would ever find it. But Chief had. And he'd dragged me here, as though we were meant to live there for an eternity.
I basked in the warm, cavernous abyss where no one would hear or see me surrender to the darkness I've craved so long. The one Master Chief Tony fed like a tamed beast at his feet. Master Chief Tony. Three men rolled into one powerful force that rolled through my life. Rugged. Wild. Strong.
Mine.
I never wanted to leave his dungeon. I'd live in the back, maybe take up a hobby like knitting. Yeah, I could knit him hats and booties and gun holders. I drifted deeper into the hazy bliss, untying the concerns and pains I'd worried over. Nothing here mattered. Nothing here hurt.
“Stay with me, Harmony,” he growled in my ear. “You aren't ready for subspace, not with all the shit in your head right now.”
I whimpered. A pinch smarted through my nipple. Pain coursed within my bloodstream. I pulled away from the sensation, but found myself pinned against a hard chest, an imposing force determined I'd feel.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
I growled my frustration as the pain returned, sharper and longer this time. He chuckled in my ear and repeated again and again. Both nipples ached and throbbed by the time my focus settled on his voice, his presence behind me. The rhythmic leather against my back had disappeared. I missed it like one would a lover after a long absence. I wasn't ready to stop.
But I wasn't in control. I'd given myself over to Chief completely. I took what he gave and craved more.
“You're my dirty girl, aren't you?” He cupped a hand between my legs. “So wet for me.”
His fingers slid through my arousal, taunting and teasing me with their presence. I hissed my frustration and thrust forward, but he pinned me easily and swatted my ass hard.
“This is my pussy, slave. I decide what it deserves.” The hand disappeared, then returned holding the flogger.
My entire body tightened as he slid the leather strands along my front, a silent threat and promise rolled into one. I hung there relishing the smooth, even intermittent caresses of his fingers and leather along my breasts, down my stomach. My thighs. Everywhere but where I craved it the most.
He played my body with ruthless proficiency as I clung to him and the cross, utterly defenseless. His slave.
“Such a gorgeous pussy.” The flogger's bulbous handle tip glided along my clit, then through my arousal.
A moan ripped from my throat. He held me in place and settled it along my entry.
“This is my pussy, slave,” he repeated as he thrust the handle into me. “You'll take whatever I decide, won't you?”
“Yes, Master, anything.”
“Good, slave. Relax and enjoy me owning you.”
He fucked me. The handle worked my pussy under his steady, merciless guidance. He thumbed my clit in tandem to the firm, even strokes in and out.
“Come without permission and I beat your ass,” he warned. I was so close, too close. I whimpered. “Not yet, slave.”
I loved the way he said the word slave. As though he reached into the darkest recesses of my thoughts and took a firm hold. He rubbed the handle tip against my clit, slow and methodical.
“Please.” I forced the word out.
“Come, slave.” Another slow roll of his thumb across my clit followed the order.
White-hot pleasure spiraled through me. The release was like a thousand tiny explosions bursting beneath my skin. I allowed the sensations to sweep me away.
I returned to some semblance of awareness and noted lazily that Chief was removing the restraints. He hoisted me into his arms. I had a moment’s panic I was too heavy, so I offered a weak argument I didn’t mean, because in actuality I was a girl. What girl wouldn't want a strong, sexy man to carry her?
He sat on the sofa and wrapped a blanket around me. Cocooned in warmth and settled on his lap, I drifted my eyelids shut and floated in the weightless sensation. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized way more time than I'd realized had passed.
Emotion clogged my throat. Tears burned my eyes, but I held them back. I wouldn't let whatever Chief shook loose just now to sour the moment. Whatever this was, it felt too good to screw up.
“You don't ever have to be the strong one, not around me,” he whispered. “Let it go. Give it to me.”
It. I didn't even know what it was, yet he seemed to know exactly what the ugly, gooey ball lodged in my throat was. I leaned my head against his chest, basked in the warmth and quiet strength his arms offered. I hadn't ever felt this cherished, cared for.
Mom hadn't been the motherly type. She didn't do warm hugs and soft moments. Life was too tough to waste time on sentimental shit, she'd said. Tears escaped my eyes and burned a trail down my cheeks.
She'd been wrong. Life was so tough you needed the quiet, soft moments to live, survive the rough road ahead. I forced a gaspy breath as Chief's deep voice rolled through me, husky murmurings my mind couldn't fully process.
“Give it to me, Harmony.”
I wailed. Time ceased to exist as I gave voice to the pain, regret, anger and fear running from me like a toxic river. Words flowed over one another as thoughts jumbled. I whispered low, soft and fast in his ear as if someone would hear what I said.
Like it mattered if they did.
One hand on his jaw and the other at his back, I settled into him and purged every thought the moment it crossed my mind. No filter. No doubt. No order. I trusted him with the chaos, the toxic stench I'd held in for so damn long my entire body oozed its poisonous remnants.
I stopped when the dry, cracking sensation in my throat registered. Chief smiled at me and held up a bottle of cold water. A small fridge sat beneath the coffee table. Cool.
“Drink slow,” he ordered.
He allowed a few swallows, then sat it on the table. He leaned back into the sofa and took me with him until I was half sprawled across him.
“That's better,” he murmured against my cheek. “My sweet girl's been through a lot.”
“So have you,” I whispered.
He palmed my chin and forced my gaze to his. “That's not on you. None of this is your fault. You get that, right?”
“The Rangers are in town. Because of my shit.”
“No.” He hugged me closer. “Not because of your shit. It was Penetrator shit and your mom getting involved. None of it was yours.”
“Still,” I argued.
“You're gonna be a challenge, slave.” He smiled and kissed me, deep and hard.
Like the body beneath me. He angled to the side a bit more until we we
re splayed horizontally on the small sofa. Head locked in place by his hand, I followed his lead, more than ready for whatever he planned. He severed the kiss sooner than I wanted.
“I need inside you,” he growled. He pushed his hips up and tugged his jeans down. “Suck it, slave. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”
I wrapped a hand around the thick, pulsating length of his cock and settled on my knees beside the sofa. Chief was big, bigger than I remembered. God, he tasted so good. I moaned as I licked the salty pre-cum from the tip, then sucked it into my mouth greedily.
I settled into fast, deep strokes and moved my hand at the base of his cock in the same rhythm.
He dragged me away with a rough hand in my hair. “Straddle me, slave. I want my pussy.”
I straddled him and guided his hard cock into me. I sighed as I sank down fully onto him.
“Look at that pussy. So fucking greedy for my dick.” He settled his hands on my hips. “Ride me, slave. I'm gonna fill you with my cum.”
“Yes,” I groaned as I started fucking him.
“Fuck yeah, so wet and tight. Harder, slave.”
I settled into a fast, hard pace that seated him so deeply in me each time, my entire body trembled. He pinched my nipples and swatted my tits and ass.
“Gonna tie these sweet tits up again. Gonna make you squirm and cry hard from the pain, slave.” He pinched. “First thing tomorrow you're getting pierced here.”
Oh shit.
“What do you say, slave?” He swatted my ass.
“Yes, Master.” The words escaped my parted lips between labored breaths. Sweat beaded along his chest as I settled a hand there and rode him harder, deeper.
Flesh slapped flesh until he growled and held me in place as he shot his release deep inside me. The action appeased the dark desires in me, the one that loved the possessiveness I found inherent within the act. I know I was screwed up to want it, but I didn't give a damn.
My release followed his. He kept me there, hanging in the bliss so long I damn near imploded from the intensity.
“I love your dick,” I gasped as I collapsed on him.
“Good, you're gonna take it just like this up your tight ass later. You're in for a long night.” He grunted as I ground myself down on him. “Look at me, Harmony.”
I looked down into his intense gaze. He fisted my hair and dragged me closer until our breaths melded between us. My pulse quickened, my heartbeat thudded in my ears.
“You are mine. No matter what goes down with the Rangers, or the Grove or anyone else, you are mine.”
The statement rattled the foundation I'd constructed the past several days. The dark craved the possessiveness within his statement. Yet a part of me recoiled, unwilling to give up what I had with Ray. Max. Fist.
Shit. Dawg and Amber.
“The guys and I go way back. The details aren't for you to worry about. I know Ray and them spoke to you, gave you options. I'll respect your decision if you want to walk away, but I'm telling you now, I'm not letting you go without a fight.”
“What does that mean?” I pushed myself up warily. “The guys are important to me. I...”
“We continue this, you'll be my slave, my property. I decide who does and doesn't get you. Ray, Max, Fist, Dawg and his slave get full access to you. You will obey their every command without hesitation or I'll punish you harshly. I like to share my toys, especially when they enjoy being used.” He cupped my mound. “I'm the only one coming in you from now on, except your mouth. I know my slave loves swallowing.”
Holy shit. I sat on my ass, firmly on his thighs and allowed the words to drift through me.
“Think on it, Harmony. I'll warn you. I'm a tough Master and I'll push you. Hard.” He pinched my nipples. “You'll be pierced and marked. I'll want more control than just in the bedroom, but we can discuss it. What Ray and them said still holds true. This went down with Amber a while back. Dawg took control, made her his. Until you came around and they'd firmed up his ownership, we played with her. Often.”
Wow. Them and Amber. She sort of scared me. Okay. She fucking terrified me. I didn't see her as a submissive, much less a slave.
“Unlike me, Dawg doesn't like to share. Once she took his collar, we backed off. The guys will eventually want their own slave, but we'll always play with one another's toys. We enjoy it and won't take subs and slaves who don't as well.”
So if I chose to follow the dark desires, the path offered, they'd remain a part of my life. But I'd be Chief's.
His submissive. Or his slave. How much he controlled would be my decision. Or would it? I couldn't imagine refusing him whatever he wanted. I got off on obeying men, especially him. The fact he'd decide who'd play with me added a new element to the mix. Ray and Max had dabbled with it, but I had never dared contemplate Chief at that helm.
My pussy clenched at the thought.
“Go shower, slave. Then we'll rest. You'll be busy in a couple hours.”
Chapter Four
I slept naked on a cot at the foot of Chief's bed. My left wrist was shackled to the massive footboard by a long, thin chain. He'd given me a thin sheet and a pillow, so it was so comfortable I almost forgot I was on the floor.
I wasn't sure what I felt about my new position. A part of me got off on it. Another wanted to be curled up with him. I rose to my knees and knelt before him as my heartbeat thundered in my ears. What would he do next?
“You'll wear this while in my house. I will have the key and decide when and if it's removed.” The red collar and brass heart-shaped lock had four rings around the surface, which was about an inch and a half wide. I gulped, imagining it snugly against my throat. Unremovable. A reminder of what I was. Who I belonged to.
“There are thicker ones you'll try out. Hold your hair up, slave.”
Hand trembling slightly, I held my hair up and held my breath as he locked the collar into place. Possessiveness glinted from his gaze. My insides clenched when I held his gaze. I'd made the right decision.
I was his slave. Their slave. I'd made the choice a long time ago, before I realized he was an option. The one I'd wanted owning me all along.
“So pretty.” He locked a thin chain into place at my throat. “On all fours, slave. I need to get you fully ready to greet our guests.”
I got into position on my small mattress as he pulled a bottle of lube and a butt plug from his pocket. My ass clenched as he settled behind me with a chuckle.
“This little hole of yours is going to get used hard tonight. I want it nice and ready.” He slid the plug in slowly. “We'll use a bigger one when it's just you and me.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Come, let's go meet our guests.” He took the chain and looked down at me. “You may crawl or walk. I'll give you the choice this one time, though I do enjoy watching your tits when you crawl.”
I crawled. I even did the lunge down to rub my nipples and tits against the carpet a couple times before leaving his bedroom. The approval in his gaze as he watched quickened my pulse. The chain rattled as I crawled.
“Your ass is a lovely shade of pink. A bit darker and it'd match the collar perfectly,” he commented. “When we get to the living room, you will put yourself over Max's knee and ask him to beat your ass, slave. He's had a rough day and enjoys spanking you.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And you will beg Ray to feed his cock to you. You look thirsty for some cum.”
My stomach rumbled as the scent of Chinese food filled my nostrils when we entered the living room. Ray and Max sat in two seats nearest me as I entered crawling. Their gazes tracked my progression. My nipples tightened. Were they watching my breasts like Chief did?
“Nice collar. She looks good crawling, too,” Ray commented. “We brought a little gift for your slave, something you mentioned thinking would be good for her.”
Your slave. My stomach tightened. Gaze on the floor, I allowed the guilt a moment's free reign. I'd chosen to be Chief's. Tears of s
hame and embarrassment escaped me.
“Knees,” Chief growled as he tugged on the collar. He cupped my face as I settled on my knees. His thumb sled across my wet cheek. “Why are you crying, slave?”
He expected an answer. I knew, but couldn't imagine putting words to the jumbled chaos in my brain.
“Words, Harm. Give them to us now,” Ray ordered.
“I feel bad because I chose him,” I whispered.
Max and Ray's gazes darkened as they settled on Chief, then me.
“As we'd discussed,” Chief commented to the two men.
“You're still club property, slave. Did he not tell you that you are to do whatever we order?” Max asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Sir, not Master, Harmony,” Chief replied. “I am your Master now. They are Sirs.”
“Yes, Master.”
“It is sweet you worry about our feelings, Harm. But we knew long ago who'd own you if you chose this lifestyle.” Ray leaned back in his chair and smirked. “I'm just glad he's not like Dawg. Chief shares.”
“You'll get more time with us than you'll want,” Max promised. “Crawl over here, slave. We have a present your Master wanted you to have.”
I glanced up at Chief confused because he'd ordered me to kneel, but before he'd told me to beg for a spanking and to suck Ray's cock. Which order should I listen to?
“When you are given multiple orders, you listen to the most recent unless I say otherwise. Recall the others and perform them immediately after you've received your gift.” Chief stroked my hair. “You were a good slave to hesitate.”
I crawled to Max. He patted his lap. “Straddle my lap slave, hands behind your head.”
Arousal pooled between my legs as I obeyed. Anticipation thrummed in my pulse. What was he doing?
“I'll put them on, you can take them off,” he commented to Ray.
“Good, I bet she'll do anything I want to get them off.”
I shivered as they opened a small box which held eight metal balls. Max removed the smallest four and handed the rest over to Chief. “We went ahead and got both sizes. Your slave loves pain. She'll probably enjoy the big ones best, but we'll start with the regular ones this time.”
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