“I like debasing,” he informed me, turning my head so my mouth was pressed to his bulge. “Kiss me, sweet girl. Mmm, you like being my sweet girl?”
Crap. His cock was hot and hard, and my lips on him made it hard to see reason. I kind of loved being his sweet girl. I kissed his penis timidly. “Yes, Master Sam.”
“Can you be my sweet little slut tonight too? I want you broken wide open by the time you leave here. You’ll ache to be my slut. Kiss me again.”
I kissed his shaft. “I’d love to be your sweet little slut.” My filthiness had my pussy aching. It shocked me to find I meant it. There was a point to his wants. A desire that only existed in him. Feeding his lust fed mine too. I understood that—because I didn’t love him.
Jax created and blew my lust apart. Samuel only gave me his.
I missed Jax at the same time I wanted to be Samuel’s.
“Stand.”
I did so, wobbling forward on my heels and falling into him. His chest was hard. He gripped my waist and held me tightly.
“Follow me, ladies,” he said, holding my gaze but speaking to the entire room. His clear blue eyes were ice and winter. The tattoos on his forearms were scattered and almost incomplete. But this was a man who was always in control. Everything about him exuded power.
When I turned around, there were six hungry eyes on me. Even Vega looked starving. I realized that they’d loved that, probably wanted it for themselves, Mr. Damon aside. All the submissives in the room were panting in their black heels.
I wanted to disappear into the corner with my master and quench my lust.
Jax took my arm and led me after Samuel. He wouldn’t look at me. I didn’t think he was mad. I got no anger. He was playing tonight, letting me go to find me.
I had to find my way back to him.
We were led down a hall and into a darker one, heading down into the bowels of the mansion. Samuel unlocked a heavy wooden door and then stood back, face impassive as he nodded us inside.
“Disrobe immediately. Leave on your heels. Sink to your knees wherever you please as long as it’s on the ground. Master Damon, Mistress Vega, and I, will spend the next twelve hours playing with you all. You will take and receive, command and obey. Hard limits were supplied and memorized. Safe words are yellow and red. Use them sparingly. If you use red you’ll leave the room and be taken upstairs to your own room to recoup. You will not be allowed back inside my dungeon. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Master Samuel,” all the submissives purred, leaving me to fumble through the same quiet submission.
“Any questions?” he asked next.
No one said anything, so I didn’t either. Jax released me and nudged me forward as the door closed and locked behind us from the other side. We were locked in Master Samuel’s dungeon. The only thing keeping me from peeing my pants was Jax. The subs took off their clothes instantly, their naked bodies stark against the black walls.
The interior of the dungeon was black and gray, with so many frightening toys, metal, and hooks, I felt myself lose color. I took off my clothes and set them in a pile, dropping to my knees second so I wasn’t last this time.
“Anything to add, Master Damon? Mistress Vega?”
“I think you’ve covered it well,” she said.
I kept my eyes on the ground.
“Two girls each?” Jax asked.
“Yes,” Samuel said. “Mistress Vega will get the lucky charm. She’s been eager to play with our girl. House rules. I will play with my sweet little slut and my bad little whore. You both know who you are. Remain kneeling. Spread your legs.” I let my thighs slide apart on the cold cement, my pussy tingling from the rush of air.
The temp in the dungeon was colder than cool, but not unbearable. It kept me focused.
“You’re mine,” I heard Mistress Vega hiss, and a woman moaned in pain.
But I heard her pleasure at my back, too.
“I guess you two are mine,” Master Damon said, tone devoid of emotion, and dripping only with darkness. “Come,” he barked, and I heard heels on the cement floor.
I saw Master Samuel’s bare feet moving around, and the pile of clothes I’d set down disappeared. My panic was acute, my breathing deep.
“Face each other.”
I didn’t know where she was. He hadn’t said to look up. I felt a touch on my thigh and silently thanked her for knowing what to do. Our eyes locked. Both baby blue, hair almost identical in golden brown color and length, brushing past our shoulders. Our breasts were the same pale hue and our nipples were puckered. Her lips were parted. Desire discolored her eyes. She didn’t look afraid.
“Slut.” He tapped my thigh with his bare foot. “Whore.” He tapped her too. “Say hello to each other.”
“How should we do that, Master?” she asked.
“I’ll let you choose, my bad little girl.”
I swallowed hard when she came for me, smiling eagerly. She grabbed my face between her hands and kissed me. My head immediately swam. I felt overwhelmed. I didn’t have time in this dungeon to think about anything. I only had time to obey.
I found myself kissing her back, a thrill shooting through me at the softness of her lips. They were incredible. I wondered if mine felt the same way. So velvet and supple. I put my hands on her waist, holding onto her soft skin. I had never found a woman attractive before. But she made me feel safe, because she seemed to lose herself completely in giving up her control.
His fist wrapped around my hair and pulled me back, his fist around her hair too. “How was that kiss?” he asked. “My sweet girl?”
“It was nice.” I smiled timidly at her.
She beamed.
“And for you, bad girl?”
“She’s a sweet kisser. You named her well, Master.”
“That pleases me, you two getting along so well.”
Relief and want flared in her gaze. That’s what we were here for. Him. And in him, we would know pleasure. Suddenly, I understood. I got it all. I wanted to please Master Samuel so badly, I ached to kiss her again.
“I’m happy to please you, Master,” I whispered.
“Would you like to kiss her again, my sweet?”
My sex ached for him. “Yes.”
“You may do so.” He stroked my head as I leaned for her, kissing her deeply, tasting her silky hot tongue. She moaned into my kiss. I felt her burning hot yearning. For me. She was yearning for me. Just like Master Samuel. My head exploded.
“That’s enough,” he said softly, still rubbing my head. “My Sweet, stand. My Bad, lie on your back and spread your legs.”
I pushed to my feet. He took my hand and led me over to a leather sofa. He sat and pulled me down on his lap. I loved the feeling of being encompassed in his arms. He draped my legs on either side of his thighs, and held me around my waist. “You see her pussy pulsing?”
Her sex was hairy. Her dampness coated the light brown strands, making it glisten enticingly. Her sex pulsed as she lay there on her back wide open for him.
I nodded.
His boner was a rock in my back. My want was a fire chasing me.
“You’re really a virgin?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“What have you inserted inside of yourself?”
“My fingers.”
“What else?” I hesitated. He reached down to spank my inner thigh. “Tell me.”
“My panties?”
“You put your panties into your pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathed, red-faced as I recalled the time I’d fingered myself with my panties to the memory of Mr. Damon licking his lips when I’d flashed him in class. I’d let my legs fall open in my skirt, showing him the wet spot he created by simply existing. He’d licked his lips slow and wanting. I’d ran home and tore my panties off, wanting to rub myself where his eyes had been.
“What size?”
“Small …”
“The entire thing?”
“Most of it.”
I arched in his hold. “Would that please you?” I only wanted to please him.
“It would. If you take them all, I’ll spend an entire hour giving you oral sex. Does that sound good to you, My Sweet?”
I swallowed hard. “Where are the panties?”
He chuckled in my ear. “Slide down onto your hands and knees beside My Bad. Eyes on the ground. Don’t look up.”
I scurried down his lap and got on all fours, my thighs trembling. I could feel My Bad’s eyes on me and wanted so badly to soak up her aching desire. I heard nothing but my pulse and only had enough room in my head to listen for my debasing Master. But in the background, I heard Master Damon’s growl, and the distinct sound of flesh on skin and deep pleasurable moans. He was being himself right now.
Master was dark, dark, dark.
“Relax your pussy. No tension. They’re only panties. Take them all. And do not come. If you come, these fine pale cheeks will be scabbed for days.”
I felt his threat barely. I felt his dirty all over.
The brush of silk on my hole made me quiver. I gave him what he wanted, my control. The feeling of him pushing the panties into my wet sex with his fingers felt so good I knew I was doomed. “Master,” I whimpered.
A hard sharp spank sounded off my ass. “Do not come, My Sweet.”
“But it feels so good.”
He shoved the panties in deeper in response, fighting my tightness. I wanted them inside, and they were inside. It felt amazing to have that kind of power over my body for once. Wanting and fulfilling. Then Master palmed my mound, rubbing his palm where the panties were lodged.
I moaned deeply, so in love with him in that moment I would do anything he wanted. I was high.
I was drunk. I was in total submission.
“Remain in that position until I free you.” He left me.
At first, I didn’t mind. The pressure and sensation of finally being full, even barely, was what I needed. Beside me, I heard kissing and licking, My Bad getting all his attention. Soon, the pressure was too much. Too consuming. I felt nothing but want. It was so strong tears burned in my eyes. Feeling this wanton couldn’t be good for a person’s heart. I could never go back to “normal.” Not after this.
My nails scraped over the cement floor as everyone around me moaned and cried out. Unable to take it any longer, I let my gaze drift subtly to where I knew Master Damon was.
I wished I hadn’t.
He crushed my high. Ruined my consummation.
Both of his women were on all fours, legs spread with bars, their asses reddened with welts, pussies dripping. He was shirtless, abs sweating, a dark monster on the loose. I came watching the sweat dripping from his black hair and coiled muscles.
I cast my eyes down. But it was too late.
The panties pushed out of my inner muscles and my clit pulsed.
Master Samuel wrenched me to my feet, my heels slipping. He threw me over a leather wrapped bench so that my ass was stark high in the air. I was too lost to piece together my mistake until something ten times worse than a hand or a belt hit me.
I screamed. Out of pure pain. Not a single ounce of pleasure.
“I told you not to come!” Master Samuel shouted, spanking me once more.
I tried to cover myself but he spanked my hands with the instrument. I sobbed, fighting and scrambling. As I was about to use my safe word, something vibrating pushed roughly inside of me. I sagged in relief. My body trembled.
“We’re doing that five more times.” The vibrating stopped and the spankings restarted. “Embrace the pain. Give up your control. Push your limits, My Sweet. Earn me once more. Shh,” he cooed, leaning close to my face the second time I was close to my safe word. “Look at me,” he said gently. I did. His eyes softened. “Feel the pain, the sting. The release you get. Anticipate the thick vibrator that I’ll stretch you with when you’ve completed your round. That’s a good girl,” he purred, sliding the toy back inside of my pussy. “Yellow?” he guessed, kissing my forehead after the third round.
“Yellow.”
Adoration poured from his gaze. “You did amazing. I know experienced women who could not take what you just took. I’m going to rub your ass down and then lay you on the bed and make you come again and again.” He kissed me tenderly, cradling my face in his hands. “You earned it, my sweet girl.”
I nodded, having nothing left.
He rubbed my backside for what felt like an hour. My hearing faded to only me. I didn’t want to hear anything else. Heat, ice, and then lotion. By the time he was done, I felt the feeling returning to my body. He turned me around and lifted me to his chest, carrying me across the room for a door.
There was a private bedroom inside. The bed was huge and so comfortable I moaned in relief once he laid me down on it.
“Master?”
“Hmm?” He pulled my heels off one at a time.
“If I wanted you to be my master too, could that be arranged?”
He looked up, surprise flashing in his crystal blue eyes. Then he looked down, pressing kisses to my feet. “You want help adjusting in this life?” he guessed. “Jax is confused. I know what I want. He still tries to convince himself otherwise.” He sank to his knees and kissed down my calf. “Plus, love never works in this world. It makes things dangerous.” He settled between my thighs. “I would love to be your second master, my sweet girl. But you have to make it worth pissing off an old friend like Jax.”
Samuel didn’t love me. I didn’t love him. He could hurt and comfort and I could take and receive.
“What do I have to do?”
“Right now, you must lie back and feel the pleasure you earned.”
My pussy was a wet, aching, pulsing, swollen mess when he was done with me. He’d licked and sucked my clit a million different ways, sending me into a tailspin of orgasms, after orgasms, making some of them last for what felt like hours. He was loving, the way he licked me. Holding me tenderly and making sure I felt as good as I could. After he fed my clit, he inserted two fingers into my sex and slowly pushed them in and out, pushing right up against my hymen before retreating.
I came so hard I nearly passed out, only to have him wake me by a slow tempting erotic kiss. All my pain faded away.
“This is what you do this for, Miya. You give us your submission, let us test your limits, and good dom’s like Jax and I will pleasure you relentlessly. Give him a chance for Master.”
I grabbed his face drunkenly and brought it down on mine, making love to his mouth the way he had me. “Can I pleasure you now, Master?”
“Have you given oral before?” He laid beside me, stroking my face. “Will you be okay trying on me?”
I didn’t want to tell him I ached to feel his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t his mouth. It was Mr. Damon’s, but I was so angry with him in parts of my soul I didn’t want to be his anymore. Jax never made me feel this way. He wanted those other submissives. He didn’t want me.
“I would do anything to have your cock in my mouth right now. I’d let you spank me ten more times.”
He growled and covered my body with his, kissing me intensely. “Master’s taking over,” he warned. “You ready to start playing again?”
I met his eyes and told him the truth. “I’m ready.”
My backside was so sore he had to carry me out of the room. When we came out, the dungeon was empty.
“They all tapped out but you. Jax is one lucky man.” He set me down on the same bench he spanked me on, the cane he’d used on me still on the floor. “I’m going to tie your hands behind your back and use your mouth. I will deepthroat you. If you want to puke, puke. I don’t need a warning. But you will not stop until I do. You’re to take my entire load. Swallow it down. The reward you will be gifted with will be immense for giving me your mouth before any other man.”
He tied my hands behind my back, tuggin
g tightly until I was trussed up and his. I couldn’t wait to thank him, to earn the pleasure he would give me.
When he came around, his cock was out. It was throbbing and thick, barely fitting in my mouth when he parted my lips. His girth stretched my lips. He gathered my hair and then he shoved his cock into the back of my throat so deeply, I gagged roughly. Spit dripped down his shaft. The feeling of being used shouldn’t feel this good.
“Use me, Master,” I moaned, but it sounded like gibberish with his cock deep in my throat.
He came in a series of growls and moans. His semen shot thickly down my throat. When he stilled, he pulled out, resting his tip in my mouth. “Clean me.”
I left him shining and clean, still hard as a rock. I knew he needed more than a blow job. I had orgasmed a million times and still needed to feel full.
He rubbed my cheeks and lips, looking down at me with sweat dripping down his gorgeous face and pure unadulterated elation burning in his eyes.
“You were exquisite.” He sank to his knees and kissed me filthily, the taste of his musk and salt mixing with the taste of me still on his tongue. “How do you feel?”
I smiled softly. “Whole.”
10.
The ties slipped from my wrists. He gathered my limp body in his arms. “I am Samuel now, sweetheart. Or Sam. Whatever you prefer. You’re mine until I let you go?”
I didn’t deny him. I didn’t ask where Jax was. I let him take care of me. He ran me a bath full of soap and essential oils. He washed my entire body and the warm water was perfect for my throbbing backside. He dried me and my hair, combed it out, and then rubbed lotion over my entire body, giving my ass a deep massage. He spritzed me with perfume and then dressed me, draping a silk white nighty over me. It was light and didn’t hurt any parts of me.
He carried me to a king-sized bed and laid me beneath the sheets. He returned with four aspirin and a bottle of an electrolyte energy drink, waiting for me to drink it all down before kissing me goodnight.
“Rest. No more spankings for at least a week. I’ll talk to Jaxon.”
I fell asleep without answering. I couldn’t.
When I woke up, I wanted to live the whole night all over again. The wave of emotions I was tossed inside was never felt before. It was perfection and darkness twisting around my heart.
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