Henry turned his attention back to the streets.
Nathan hoped Jen wouldn’t be too mad with him.
You’re interfering, he imagined her sharp reply. I didn’t ask you for anything more than advice.
But I’m a cop. And your sub.
And I won’t let you be worried or scared if I can do anything about it.
The radio flashed to life, the commands blaring out from the speaker and banishing any thoughts of Jen from his mind.
Henry grinned as Nathan hit the lights and siren.
“Time to earn our paycheck,” Nathan said.
Chapter Seven
Nathan’s black eye hadn’t totally faded by Sunday, earning him a disapproving look from Jennifer as he knelt at her feet.
He couldn’t think of her as Danielle anymore.
“What happened here?” The riding crop slid along his cheekbone, the smell digging into his senses and cutting straight to his libido.
“Punk at a bar decided he wasn’t going to go down easy.” He closed his eyes as the leather tip moved down over his collarbone and across his bare chest. It took a concentrated effort to stay still as it skittered on his body hair.
Her concerned hum cut through his arousal. “Are you in any pain? Anything at all?” The crop tickled down his left side, dangerously close to his bare cock and balls. “I need to know before we start.”
“My right shoulder. I took some painkillers before you arrived, but it’s still pretty tender.”
Lying to her would be wrong. He could pretend to be tough, but if he safe-worded out because of pain there’d be hell to pay.
Honesty was the best policy.
“Hmm.” The crop traveled across the back of his shoulders, gently crossing the black-and-blue blotch. “I can see that. Lovely bruise. Jerk did quite a job on you.” The heated whisper in his ear had him at full arousal, ready and raring to go. “Don’t think for a minute I’m going to go light on you because you’re out there saving the world. When you’re in my hands, you’re not a cop, you’re my boy toy to do with as I wish.”
He smiled despite the risk. “Yes, Mistress. Anything you wish.”
“You’ve forced me to change my plans for today.” The cool leather landed gently on his balls, still hard enough to make him jump.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” Nathan automatically replied.
“It’s not your fault.” She paused. “Did you crack his skull?”
Nathan chuckled. “Aside from being charged for assaulting a police officer, he’s dealing with a dislocated shoulder courtesy of my partner, who stepped in and secured him.”
“Good. I’d have hated for him to walk away unscathed.” The soft whisper caressed the back of his neck. “But this provides me with an opportunity. And I do love improvising.”
Despite what she’d said, Jen had been planning to do this particular scenario for a while. It was all a case of finding the right time and place to maximize the emotional impact.
Nathan had handed both to her on a platter.
Not all domination was about the physical act.
Not if you did it right.
She pulled the length of nylon cord out of her backpack.
It’d been cut to eight feet, more than enough to serve her purposes.
“Stand up. Position three.”
Nathan rose and placed his hands behind his back, feet slightly apart.
She positioned him under the track lighting and slipped a thick black blindfold over his eyes.
He stiffened slightly as the world vanished for him, replaced with only her voice.
“I thought we’d try something new.” She drew her nails down over his bare chest. “Your safe-word is—”
“Blue moon.”
“Don’t forget it. Along with red, yellow and green.” Jen wanted to remind him there were ways to downgrade the scene without fully stopping.
“I’ll remember, Mistress.” He licked his lips in nervous anticipation.
“Good.” She knelt down and worked with the rope.
Nathan let out a grunt as she slipped an overhand knot over his erect cock and pulled it gently to fit. His arms twitched, and she knew he wanted nothing more than to reach down to see what was happening.
“Stay,” she warned him.
He froze in place, a statue except for his cock, which swelled under her touch, bound tight by the cord.
“Good boy,” she murmured as she continued.
It took a few twists and turns to create a square knot wrapped around his hard length, keeping it in place.
She moved farther up and spun the cords into another square knot sitting above the last one, binding him.
Nathan grunted, and she paused to look up and see how he was doing.
His jaw was tight, the muscles on his neck taut and solid. He swallowed hard while trying not to move, the twitches in his arms and legs betraying him.
She smiled. While this might have been on his list of acceptable options, no one had ever taken him this far other than in his dreams.
Jen suspected he’d have some lovely ones after today.
She kept tying the knots one by one, running almost the full length of his arousal as it bobbed and twitched with every stroke and touch of her hand. Next she drew the long edges of the cord up to the ring in Nathan’s collar. Moisture beaded at the tip of his cock as it rose to full attention, even more now that she had tied the ends to his collar in a tight, stiff line.
Jennifer couldn’t help grinning at her handiwork. She was no shibari expert, but there was nothing wrong with a little knot tying as long as you were careful and did your homework. The emergency scissors lay in her backpack if she needed them.
“If you pull too hard, it’ll come off.” She placed her hands on his shoulders and whispered, “The cord, I mean.”
He chuckled.
She heard the underlying tension in his voice, the restriction pushing his limits. It was a great way to take his attention off his black eye and sore shoulder.
“Time to add a little fun.” She went to her pink backpack and pulled out a large plastic spoon and a ping-pong ball.
The ball she’d poked a tiny hole in and filled with water, sealing it back up with a dab of wax.
It was amazing how you could find a little kink in everything if you looked hard enough.
“Open your mouth.” She carefully put the edge of the spoon in his mouth. “Close. That’s a plastic spoon.” Jen dropped the ball in the bowl of the spoon. “That is a raw egg. Don’t you dare drop it. If you do, I’ll make you lick it up off your lovely hardwood floor, and we’ll have to stop.”
His lips tightened around the slender handle.
She smiled as she retrieved her tablet from the backpack.
“I know you feel you can’t go to the club, so I thought I’d bring the club to you.”
Nathan’s eyebrows rose.
The spoon dipped.
He pressed his lips together, and it steadied, the ping-pong ball slowing to a halt.
She accessed the sound file and placed the tablet on the coffee table.
The noises of a busy nightclub vibrated off the walls, the bass thumping hard and fast.
She’d received permission from Matthew to tape at the club a few months ago, sitting at the bar with the recorder on. Grunts and groans could be heard in the background, along with the murmuring of the Dominants and submissives walking by.
Every once in a while, a cry would ring out as someone was disciplined.
She saw him flinch at the first strangled whimper.
Good.
Get into the scene.
“Focus on my voice. Listen to what I’m saying.” Jen retrieved a long, drooping ostrich feather from her bag. She walked around him slowly and drew the white feather up the back of his
right leg. “We’re at my favorite club. It’s a Saturday night, and things are hopping at Boots ’n’ Chains.” She pinched his thigh. “It’s our first night here as a couple, and I’m going to show you off to everyone.”
A sigh escaped through his clenched lips.
She pulled the feather over his ass. “They’re all watching us. You wanted to play in the private room, but I’d have none of that. I blindfolded you in the locker room and brought you out in front of everyone, in front of all the curious onlookers wondering who this new man is, who this strong man is.” Jen paused to let him visualize the scene.
“We first went to the bar where I gave you some water. Then I left you there while I chatted with my friends. They wanted to touch you, but I said no.” She leaned in. “Not yet. I might hand you over to them for some fun later on. Or have them join in.”
Nathan frowned, and she felt his disapproval. His hard limits of multiple partners and sharing were still in place.
Good.
Never hurts to ask.
“There’s a dais in one corner with a St. Andrew’s cross on it. There’s another in the other corner with nothing there, bare for display purposes.”
Sweat beaded on his forehead as the spoon bobbled. The ball rolled around before settling down again.
He’s not sure what to think or how to react. It might be imaginary, but he’s there, he’s in the scene.
“There’s no one on either platform right now, so it’s the perfect time for us to grab the spotlight. I lead you from the bar up on the empty platform where everyone can see us standing under the bright lights.”
She reached out and strummed the taut cord. His hips jerked forward, and the spoon dropped dangerously low before he recovered.
“All eyes turn to us. They haven’t seen you before, and everyone wants to know who you are, where this handsome man came from at the end of my leash. You’re the center of attention, my lovely pet.” She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. “They can’t take their eyes off you.”
He swallowed hard.
He shifted his feet, standing a bit straighter.
She circled him again. “There’s quite a crowd here tonight.” His back muscles twitched as the feather danced over the bare skin. “Kate’s just come in. She’s sitting at the bar. She’s watching you intently, looking to see if you’re going to justify her hard work with you. If you’ll embarrass me and, by doing so, embarrass her.”
A trickle of sweat rolled down the side of his nose as he gripped the spoon tight.
It dipped for a second in reaction to the increased pressure.
The ping-pong ball bounced against the edge.
His head came up to adjust the spoon, the effort pulling his collar up and tightening the tension on the carefully tied knots.
She caressed his balls with the feather. “Don’t undo my lovely work, Nathan.”
He froze in place.
“Now let’s continue.”
She kept moving around him, describing every aspect of the club as she tickled him with the feather. Jen hadn’t visited Boots ’n’ Chains for a few weeks, but it was easy to add to the illusion, exaggerating certain areas in order to heighten the experience. She added in familiar visitors, detailing what they were or were not wearing, the erotic dances on the floor as Dominants found their subs and took them off to the private rooms. Some stayed in their booths, taking pleasure both from each other and from the exhibitionism. Pairs, threesomes—it wasn’t hard to lay out the scene, adding more bits and pieces as she saw Nathan’s eyebrows twitch and pulled him into the fantasy.
She also knew he was ticklish.
The feather danced over his ribs, swirling at the exact spot she’d found a month earlier by accident during aftercare.
His lips pressed tight on the spoon and she could have sworn a curse wormed free.
Jen laughed and moved on, continuing to tease him.
Nathan was a hot sweaty mess by the time she’d finished, the tension of staying in place under the hot lights for a half hour pushing him near the edge.
The ball rolled close to the rim of the spoon as she drew the feather over his nipples and saw him tense up.
“Control,” she murmured. “They’re all watching you, waiting for you to fail. Don’t disappoint me, Nathan.”
He locked his muscles and became a statue.
A beautiful male statue. Michelangelo would have killed to have such a model posing for him.
Mine.
Jen sighed inside. She’d love to take him to the club and put him up on the pedestal. He’d be so—
Nathan rolled his shoulders, and his mouth tightened on the spoon.
Jen pressed her lips together and listened for a soft chime from her phone, indicating how much time had passed.
You could only pretend so far.
Enough.
Jen went to her tablet and turned the sound down to a low murmuring. “You can’t hear it, but they’re applauding you.” She moved in and stroked his cheek with her finger. “They’re very impressed with you. I’ve already had a few offers to take you off my hands if I ever get tired of you.”
Nathan’s mouth twisted upward into as much of a grin as he could manage.
She reached around and slapped his bare ass. “Don’t let it go to your head. Either one.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You belong to me. Don’t forget it.”
His grunted reply made her smile.
Jen touched his chin. “I’m going to take the spoon now.”
She plucked the spoon free and saw a thin dribble of saliva break loose. It landed on his erect cock, mingling with the moisture already there.
Nathan swallowed loudly and coughed.
“Hold on.” Jen placed the spoon and ping-pong ball into her pack before returning.
She plucked at the cord strung tight down the center of his chest, relishing Nathan’s twitching as he struggled to maintain control. “You’ve done a good job.”
He gave a short nod.
“Such a good boy.” Jen undid the knot keeping the cord attached to his collar. “You’re displaying excellent control. There’s a mistress in the corner telling her sub to watch you, to take notes on how you’re reacting. She’s envious of me, of us.” Jen couldn’t hold back a laugh. “He’s looking annoyed as hell.” She ran her nails down his chest. “I think we’re about done showing you off.”
As she knelt and slowly undid the bonds around his balls, his cock twitched and shook, demanding attention.
So tempting.
In another time and place, she’d dive on it with pleasure, pulling his cock deep into her throat, where he’d whimper and scream until she gave permission for him to come.
Here, it was impossible.
“Behave.” She tapped the head, now slick with saliva, with the coiled rope. “Remember the rules.”
The grunt was in counterpoint to his hips thrusting forward, searching her out.
“Behave.” Jen slapped the loose cord against his balls. “Don’t make me regret choosing you.”
Nathan stopped moving.
“Good.” She folded the cord in her hands. “Everyone’s watching, you know. Kate especially.”
She hoped invoking his first Domme again would help him keep control. A pang of jealousy shot through her at the thought of not being his first, but she tamped it down.
Jen wasn’t as good at keeping her desire under control. She felt the need, the wanton craving tempting her to break everything she’d created.
If only I could—
She clenched and unclenched her fingers, dying to take hold of him and draw him in. It’d be easy to pull him down here on the floor and ride him hard, so hard—
Nathan groaned, startling her. He licked his lips, and she knew he was at his limit.
As was she.
She glanced over at her phone. They had some time left, but she didn’t want to push him too far physically, especially at this delicate point.
“Hands in front. Straight out.”
He did so, reaching horizontally for the wall.
She used the cord to bind his wrists together in a tight knot.
Nathan tugged on the restraints, finding little give from the white nylon cord.
“Hands down.” She allowed herself a smirk as he came close to touching himself, his fingers twitching as he avoided contact. “They’re quite impressed with you. Some of the mistresses are asking me if they could borrow you for a bit.” Jen moved in and let his fingers caress the lace on the bottom of her corset, shifting to allow him to brush against the top of her black nylon stockings. “Would you like that? Answer me.”
Nathan chewed on his lower lip for a second before answering. “If my Mistress tells me to go with someone else, I’d comply. I do what she wants, when she wants it.”
“That’s not what I asked you.” She pressed in, almost touching noses. “Answer the question.”
“No.” The emotion in the single word shook her to the core. “Because I belong to you and to you alone.” He stole her breath away as he kept talking. “I’ll do anything you say, do anything you need to stay safe. To keep you as mine and mine alone.”
She didn’t move back fast enough.
It wasn’t technically against the rules to kiss the Domme.
He’d read the contract thoroughly before signing it, checked it backward and forward to make sure he wasn’t getting into anything he’d later regret. The rules against prostitution were clear, and he was glad for that. Since his failed marriage, Nathan hadn’t had much of an urge to have sex—but he did love being dominated and the fantasies it let him create afterward.
He’d never kissed Kate.
He’d never wanted to.
He’d cared for her, enjoyed her company, but the spark wasn’t there, the connection he felt with Danielle.
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