Spring Training

by Roz Lee

  “I’m going to use you now, girl.” The words broke into her silent reverie, startling her. “You’re a slave. You have no right to a safe-word.”

  The bar was snatched from between her teeth only to be replaced by a larger gag, one that protruded into her mouth, the hilt lying flat over her lips. Frank lifted her head, fastening straps in the back before removing the patch blocking her nostrils.

  Goose flesh broke out over her entire body. She prayed Todd was watching, that he wouldn’t let anything really bad happen to her. He trusted Frank, and she trusted Todd. Stay calm. You’re going to be fine.

  Frank pressed something against the underside of her breast, then again on the outside curve. Moments later, he did the same to the other breast, the insides of her thighs near her pussy, another just above her now bare mound. What’s he doing?

  Harsh fingers pinched the hood of her clit followed by the tickle of a thin wire dropping across her thigh. Forceful fingers smeared lube around her labia, delving inside as deep as possible, over and over. She knew what was coming, but wasn’t prepared for the girth or length of the dildo when it entered her.

  “I’ve given you time to contemplate your true nature, to come to terms with who and what you are. Your body is mine. I’ll use it as I see fit.”

  The first sensation was a warm tingle in both of her breasts. Then her clit began to warm followed by her thighs and her mound and her pussy.

  “Feel that, girl? It’s only going to get better, stronger, until you come. You have no choice. Your body will respond even if your brain doesn’t want to follow.”

  The next round felt like pinpricks, not unlike the sensations that woke her earlier. The following round was sharper, the stimulation to her breasts sending spikes of need to her pussy where the tiny shocks to her clit and vagina multiplied the feeling.

  Her body responded to the stimuli building in intensity, the waves coming faster and closer together. Her heart rate kicked up, and her breathing grew shallow. She tried to fight the natural physical response, tried to reason the impending climax away, but she was on a trip to the peak, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

  But Frank could. As suddenly as the stimulation began, it stopped. Her brain felt as if it had crash-landed. Physical need and reason collided, sending shards of reality like slivers of glass slicing through her overloaded synapses. She screamed her frustration against the gag. She didn’t want to come. She had to come. Now.

  “Why do you give yourself to your Master?”

  She wasn’t sure she heard the words with her ears or if her brain conjured them up from somewhere. It didn’t matter. Either way, the question wormed its way into her consciousness.

  “Why do you give yourself to a man who is merciless with your body?”

  The faint stirring of heat began in her breasts again.

  “Why do you want to be a slave? Why do you want to give yourself, body and soul, to Master Todd?”

  Her body strained for the orgasm so cruelly denied before as the electrical impulses flitted from one part of her body to another, pulsing, teasing, creating a physical need matched with an emotional need she was powerless to control.

  An invisible current propelled her closer and closer to the pinnacle. Please. Please. Let me come this time. Please.

  The buildup came faster, one wave of stimuli almost on top of the previous one. The climb was swift, stealing oxygen from her brain to keep up with the demands of her other organs.

  So close. Oh, damn! She bit down on the gag as her hips rose in response to the strongest jolt yet. Her pussy hurt so good, her thighs quivered with the need to clamp down on the swollen tissue in order to find some relief. Then the sequence began again. Her breasts first, down to her inner thighs. Just then, the sensation she’d experienced before, the mice dancing on her stomach, began again at her navel, sweeping up to one nipple, over to the other, biting at them with sharp teeth.

  She writhed against her restraints as need, desire, pain, and pleasure arched through her body from her nipples to her pussy so fast she couldn’t keep up with the sensations. They overwhelmed her brain, her body.

  “Come.”

  The command echoed through her head, clear and unmistakable in its authority. Current nipped at her clit, nibbled the walls of her vagina.

  She came, biting down on the gag and the scream trapped in her brain. Her body convulsing so hard she was grateful for the cuffs keeping her safe. Pain gripped her in an iron fist, demanded she find the pleasure in every involuntary contraction. She wept with the beauty of it, the sheer power her small body held within itself.

  “Perfect, girl.” Warm hands stroked her limbs then went to work on her torso. Frank removed the pads from her body then loosened the cuffs. Ankles first, then her wrists. She lay boneless through it all.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said after he’d removed the headphones and the gag. “I’m going to take the hood off. The lights are low, but you might be disoriented for a while, so best to just keep them closed.”

  Wrapped in a blanket, she settled into his lap in the big, overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. How many hours had she spent there in Todd’s arms, loving him, coming down from an incredible sexual experience at his hands?

  “You were magnificent, girl.” Frank’s hand smoothed over the crown of her head, over her shoulder to her hip then began again.

  She didn’t feel magnificent. She felt empty. Cold from the inside out. She still didn’t know exactly what Frank had done to her, but she’d figured out it was some sort of electric play. A shudder racked her body, making her teeth chatter. He tightened his hold on her.

  “We need to get some food and water into you.” He stood, cradling her face against his leather vest as he walked. His scent was familiar, but where she found comfort in Todd’s essence, Frank’s was nothing more than a reminder he wasn’t the man she loved. A wave of loneliness sent her head swimming. She missed her Master more than she thought possible. Another five weeks without him wouldn’t be training, it would be torture.

  I can’t do it.

  Her trainer set her on the sofa in the den, arranging the blanket to cover her from neck to toes. With reassuring words regarding her physical being, he admonished her to rest, promising to return with nourishment. Like she had a choice. Her limbs felt like rubber, and every time she opened her eyes, the room did the Tilt-A-Whirl thing, spinning off its axis.

  Closing her eyes, she clutched the blanket to her chin. Memories of Todd, holding her, murmuring words of praise—of love—warmed her. Her body longed to feel him surrounding her. She always felt safe in his arms. Not so in Frank’s. Another shudder, so intense it forced a moan from her lips, racked her body.

  I can’t do this, Master Todd. Not anymore. If you were here…maybe…but not alone. I can’t do it alone.

  Her substitute Master returned with a tray he set on the coffee table. After helping her sit up, he fed her hot chicken soup as if she were a child. He had her best interest at heart—she knew he did—but she felt no emotional connection to him at all. She never had. It had always been Todd who rocked her world, who made her feel weak and powerful all at the same time. With Frank, she felt like a helpless object. A toy.

  The soup helped clear her head as well as restore some of her strength.

  You’re his student. He’s here to teach you how to be a slave.

  “You’re looking better, girl.” She drank hot tea from the cup he pressed to her lips. “Nod if you are feeling better.”

  She dipped her chin. The room tipped before it righted itself again. “Dizzy.”

  “That’s to be expected.” She drank more tea then he helped her lie back down. “Sleep, Brooke. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

  Sleep sounded like a really good idea. The ache in her stomach had been appeased. She just needed to let her body process the sparse meal.

  “You’ve done good, girl. Your Master will be very proud of you.”

  She w
anted that to be true, but if he knew what was in her heart, he’d be disappointed in her. Snuggling into the blanket, she closed her eyes. “He saw?”

  “Not yet. He wasn’t home to watch. He’ll see it later.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Three in the morning.”

  Her mind processed the time difference. Arizona was an hour earlier. It was two a.m. there, and he wasn’t home? That didn’t make any sense. He had to be at the field early every day. “Where is he?”

  “Out. Where is none of your concern, slave.”

  He might as well have waved a red flag in front of her as use that authoritative tone of voice. Something wasn’t right. She sat up too fast. The room spun even as her heart sank. She clutched at the back of the sofa to steady herself. “Tell me. Please.”

  “He’s fine,” Frank assured. “Where he goes and what he does is no concern of yours. Lie back down and rest. He’ll see the video later. I’m sure he’ll want to talk to you afterward.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he is your Master. He’ll want to know how the experience was for you. He’ll want to know if you have an answer to the question I asked you.”

  She could tell by the look on his face he wasn’t going to give her anything more. Her Master was out somewhere. There was a club in Phoenix Todd had mentioned to her once. He’d spent some time there before he met her. Was he there tonight instead of at home?

  Who took care of him while he was away? He had to have someone. He said she couldn’t go a week without an orgasm. Well, neither could he. She’d been so wrapped up in feeling sorry for herself she hadn’t given a thought to his needs. No wonder she was such a terrible slave. Of course, he would turn to someone else.

  Images of another woman, another slave, spreading her legs for her Master did more to revive her than any amount of food could do.

  “Who is he with?”

  “That’s none of your concern, slave.”

  Confirmation. If he was out for a team function, Frank would just say so. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

  “Everything he does, he does for you, for the sake of your relationship. You have no need to be jealous.”

  That was supposed to make her feel better about her Master using another woman when it was her job to take care of all his needs? And how could fucking someone else be for her or their relationship? None of it made any sense, but she wasn’t about to question Frank more. She sensed he’d told her all he was going to. “I’m feeling better, Sir. Might I go to bed now?”

  “Would you send your Master to bed with one of these?” He drew her attention to the bulge in his pants.

  “No, Sir. Never.”

  “Then get over here. Take me in your mouth, girl, then you may go to bed.”

  Trembling, she made her way to the chair where Frank waited for her, his legs splayed in invitation.

  She dropped to her knees and unlaced his leathers. His cock sprang free, the head heavy, the shaft hard. With one hand, he held it while the other wrapped around the back of her head, drawing her down.

  Hands behind her back as he preferred, she took him in. Knowing the move would bring him off sooner rather than later, she stroked the broad head with her tongue. Fisting her hair, he immobilized her. His hips rose and fell, thrusting to the back of her throat. He didn’t last long. She swallowed his cum then obediently licked him clean before he released her with instructions to serve him breakfast at nine.

  With the expected obedience, she went to her room. Collapsing on her bed, she began to plan her escape.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Todd’s heart skipped a beat, stealing his breath. He forced air into his lungs then questioned the man he’d left in charge of his most precious possession. “What do you mean she isn’t there? Where is she?”

  “Brooke wasn’t at the house when I got home from work today. I called the bakery, and they said she took some time off.”

  “That was over the weekend. She didn’t go to work today?”

  “I have no idea. Her employees don’t know me. They wouldn’t say.”

  “When was the last time you saw her?”

  “Last night. You talked to her before dinner. After she’d cleaned the kitchen, I let her go to bed—thought she’d had enough for one weekend.”

  She’s had enough all right. He still couldn’t believe what Frank had put her through Saturday night. As soon as Todd saw the video, he’d called her. She’d been quiet, but respectful. He questioned her about the previous evening, getting short answers that made him furious.

  “I knew something was wrong. She’s never at a loss for words after a scene. Yesterday, I couldn’t drag a whole sentence out of her. You pushed her too hard, Frank.”

  “We discussed this, Todd. You wanted me to force her to look inside herself. That’s what I did.”

  “I told you to let her come, not force her to.” He raked his fingers through his hair. What a complete fuck-up. “None of that matters right now. I have to find her.”

  “Maybe you can get something out of her employees.”

  “I’ll call the bakery,” he said, disconnecting. After trying Brooke’s cell and getting her voicemail, his next call was to her bakery where the staff knew him and that their employer lived with him.

  He was pissed Frank didn’t know where his slave was, but when her staff told him she opened the store that morning, then left on an open-ended vacation, alarm bells went off in his head. Convincing her to let someone else run her precious bakery for a weekend had been difficult. For her to willingly leave it for an unspecified length of time was impossible to credit.

  The doorbell chime lifted his spirits. It must be Brooke. Jerking the door open, he scowled at Jason Holder standing on his doorstep. “Whatever you want, I don’t have time for it.”

  “Carrie called. She’s worried about Brooke. Is she here?” The younger man brushed past him.

  Todd closed the door then faced his guest. “She’s not here. Tell me what you know before I break you in half.”

  “All I know is Brooke called Carrie last night, late. They talked for about an hour. Carrie called me this afternoon, said she’d tried to call Brooke to see if she was in a better frame of mind, but the calls all went to voicemail. She thought she might have come here.”

  “Why did she think that?”

  Jason shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s what they talked about. Don’t hit me. I’m just trying to keep my sub happy. She’s worried about her friend.”

  “I want to talk to Carrie.”

  “Want to tell me what’s going on? You look like hell, and you’re woman isn’t answering calls from her best friend.”

  “Or me.” He sank into the nearest chair. “Everything went to shit, Jace.” He told the other Dom about the session Frank had put Brooke through over the weekend. “When I talked to her yesterday, she was too quiet. I knew I should have gone home or had Frank put her on a plane right then, but I figured she needed more time to process the scene on her own. Her work helps her do that, the baking…. I don’t understand it exactly, but I accept it. She fills the kitchen with every kind of baked goods you can imagine when she has something on her mind.”

  “Carrie said Brooke wasn’t at the bakery. She went in to see for herself.”

  “I don’t know where she is. I’m going out of my mind, worrying about her.”

  Jason claimed the chair across from him. “I don’t know much about the kind of relationship you two have, but something tells me leaving your slave for weeks with someone, no matter how skilled, might not be wise.”

  Todd glared. “Shut the fuck up, Holder. I told you why I left her with Frank. It was for her own good.”

  “Somehow, I don’t think she agrees.” He held up his hand, stopping Todd before he could argue. “As a slave, perhaps it isn’t her place to agree or disagree, but she’s also a woman. She loves you, man. It would take a lot for her to walk away from your relationship without a word. S
ub, slave, whatever, she’s still female. If she’s breaking it off, she’ll have plenty to say about it.”

  “I can’t imagine my life without her.”

  Jason stood. “I know how you feel. Carrie is my life.” He headed toward the door. “When you hear from her, tell her to call Carrie.”

  “I will.” Todd joined his friend at the front door, where they shook hands. “Thanks for coming by. And tell your sub thanks, too. I’m glad Brooke has her for a friend.”

  He tried Brooke’s cell phone again. Getting her voicemail, he left a message, ordering her to contact him immediately, then he pulled up the videos from the early hours of Sunday morning again. There must be a clue somewhere. Something sent Brooke running from their home.

  “Where are you, babe? What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

  ***

  Brooke stared at the blank television screen. The silence in the hotel room wrapped her in a cocoon, isolated her from the world.

  After driving the seemingly endless loop of I-635 around Dallas for nearly an entire day while trying to figure out her options, she ended up at a hotel near the airport. That was three days ago, and she hadn’t left her room.

  In all that time, she’d only come up with one option. She could go home, strip off her clothes, get down on her knees, and beg Frank to forgive her for disappearing. His punishment would be swift and severe, but even that wouldn’t insure Todd would forgive her for her breach of discipline.

  My Master is with another woman in Arizona. She couldn’t put that out of her mind as if she hadn’t heard it.

  Every time she closed her eyes, images of her Master fucking another woman popped into her head, making her stomach cramp and her heart ache. She’d been naïve to think she could be enough for a man like Todd Stevens. Women practically threw themselves at him. Hell, she’d thrown herself at him in a way no Dominant could ignore. But out of that encounter had grown respect and love, at least on her part. Up until Frank dropped his bombshell on her head, she’d believed Todd loved her, too.