by Maren Smith
"I can see your apprehension, Val. Give me your safeword and this ends, or trust me to take care of you. I promise you will enjoy this."
She was apprehensive; the play with electricity was an unknown entity. So were the spanking and flogger, and those had turned out better than expected. She understood the lesson he was teaching her. Actually, it was more of a test. It had been such a short time since they'd met, but she had confidence in his skill as a dominant. The other Doms had skill but looked to him as a leader, an expert and a mentor. It was a leap of faith, but she believed in him, and had already come to trust him.
"I'm blue Master, but I submit to you fully."
"Good girl." Then with a teasing grin on his lips, he bent his head and touched her taut nipple with his tongue. A zap shot into the peak and made it tingle in reaction. She sucked in her breath, starting to enjoy the tickles and vibrations. He soon gave up the teasing and captured the entire bud with his mouth. His other hand came up and hovered over her other nipple, shooting arcs of electricity into the other peak without so much as a touch.
"Please Master. I'm going insane. What are you doing to me?"
Without stopping, he licked her again before explaining. "My body is electrically charged. Wherever we touch, the current passes through me to you. How does it feel?"
"Scary, intense, but hot—I mean the sexy kind of hot."
He chuckled softly but continued tickling her nipple with the edge of his tongue. He flicked it back and forth altering the sensation with each point of contact. She was in a state of pure sensual torment, before he moved lower. Licking a streak of current down her midline, he paused at her navel where he dipped inside. At the same time, a tingling began near her calf and rose as his hand steadily moved higher over her knee and on toward her hip. The crackling intensified as he lifted his head, the arc visible between his mouth and her belly. When he was an inch or two away, the current broke. It seemed the closer he came to her skin without touching, the more the current intensified.
Eric's hand on her thigh pulled away and the current snapped with a loud crack. Left alone for a moment, she centered herself with a deep breath. He had been right; it tingled and prickled but wasn't at all painful, just highly erotic. She imagined his mouth on her nipples again, or her clit. She noticed Eric had moved to the end of the table, and with a movement of his leg, the table separated until it was re-configured into an upside down Y. Once it stopped, he moved between her legs, his focus her smoothly shaved pussy.
He disappeared from view, lifting her head, she saw he had crouched and only the top of his dark blonde head was visible. A buzz and a crackle split the air, which was followed by her scream as electricity shot through her clit.
"What color are we, Valerie?"
"Green, Master."
Another sizzle shot through her then his tongue soothed the slight sting away. He lingered there driving her mad with pleasure. As long as he touched her, the sensation was a soothing vibration, but if he moved away, the electric charge would arc and snap as it connected more intensely with her nerve endings.
His hand, with his fingers spread wide, rubbed her thigh. Sliding upward, they reached her center where he entered with two fingers. It was a gentle invasion of both Eric and electricity. As he stroked deeply, her wet arousal became audible in the room. When his fingers turned, curling upward, they buzzed over her G-spot and had her body convulsing. She would have sat bolt upright if not for her restraints. Her limbs quivered with tension as she fought for control of her body.
"Let go, sweetness," he murmured, his mouth having returned to her sensitive clit. "Come for me."
That was all she needed, permission to surrender to the pleasure. Crying out his name, waves of ecstasy rippled through her body, both internal and external in source, both culminating at a terminal location, as her pussy clamped around his incessantly stroking fingers.
Although she had reached completion, Eric hadn't. Breaking contact briefly, he stood and released his hard length from his thin pajama bottoms. The buzzing noise in the room had diminished leaving only a slight hum in Val's ears. She tensed as he slid the broad head of his cock through her lips, gathering moisture for his penetration. The long slow glide of his cock thrusting deep was exquisite. Entering her fully, they both groaned with pleasure.
Ostensibly needing more, Eric released the cuffs on her ankles and lifted her legs. Curling his forearms beneath her knees, he pressed forward. Spread wide for deeper, more intense possession, he lay atop her and claimed her mouth in a long, sensual kiss. He rode her fast, while her nerve endings were still kindled with electrical excitement and drove them both to a stunning explosion.
Afterward, Eric relaxed against her soft body, in recovery mode. Val lay replete beneath him, her body still alive with sensation. She felt a soft buzzing, like a purring vibration.
"Are you still electrified, Master?"
"No, sweetheart. That humming and tingling, it's all you now." Lifting his head, he said with a smile, "You purr afterward like a satisfied kitten, Val."
"Mmm, I didn't realize."
"I think it's sexy as hell. Thank you for trusting me. Was it worth it?"
"Oh yes, Master, it was wonderful. We put on quite a show for the masses." She turned her head to see how many were still watching and was surprised to see that the windows were closed, the glass cloudy and opaque.
"I closed them."
"When?"
"At the same time I converted the table. Everything in the room is controlled with foot pedals. I closed the windows, fogged the glass and turned off the speakers with the touch of my boot. Pretty impressive, huh?"
"Thank you for respecting my limits, Master Eric." She was embarrassed for ever having doubted him and told him so.
"Trust takes time, but tonight was a big step." He kissed her gently, his tongue dipping inside briefly. "How about I release you and we get on with our evening?"
"There's more?"
His wicked laugh was her only answer. Of course, there was more. It wasn't even midnight and still Valentine's Day and they were at The Club, the hottest ticket in town, figuratively speaking.
* * * * *
Val leaned back contentedly in his arms. They were back in their booth in the main dungeon. It was midnight and the party was in full swing, both in the main room and the lounge beyond where the band was still playing. The Club was open late tonight because of the special event and the large crowd. Eric said he wanted to make sure that every member got sufficient time at the stations. Val's eyes were once again fixated on the carousel on the center stage.
Having already seen it, the cat was out of the bag, so Eric had explained to her how it all worked. When a Dom ordered a naughty sub to participate, their name went on a list. When the list reached six naughty names, a date was scheduled and a second list was posted for volunteers. According to Eric, getting a sufficient number of volunteers had never been a problem. It was also brought out for special occasions like tonight.
"I understand why you don't let newbies see this."
"I'm wondering why I'm letting you now. You're still wet behind the ears. It could warp your perspective."
"It really is shocking."
"Not when you consider over half of our membership practice ménage, group sex or polyamory. We aim to keep our members satisfied in all ways."
"When were you planning to let me watch?"
"Oh, in about six months, when you'd become a jaded old pro."
"Ha, I would have worn you down long before that with my persistence."
"Ha, more like I would have worn out your backside for your nagging."
"Eric!"
"I'm teasing, little one."
Sitting up as the carousel turned, she peered closely. "Is that Lyla?"
"Yes, she's a regular, but not usually on the receiving end." He chuckled at her gasp. "We still have to complete your limit list, you know. This covers groups, public play, strangers, bondage, forced orgasm and oral an
d anal sex. What do you think?"
"Uh… no, maybe, hell no, yes, hell yes, big fat hell yes, in that order Sir."
"Wait," he challenged as he considered her answer, "you missed one."
"Did I?"
His rolling laughter echoed through the dungeon and turned heads. They would have to get used to the sight of Master Eric laughing and smiling with his new sub.
"Ah, dear Val, I am so glad to see you've found your fluffy Dom after all?" The deep voice with the southern drawl was filled with amusement. Looking up, they found Anthony Minelli standing at the end of their booth.
"Master T," Val happily exclaimed. "I didn't think you were headed back this way so soon."
"The big boss sent me back to help Grampa here clear some of his backlog of cases."
T pushed at Eric's feet where they rested on the seat of the booth. He was semi-reclined, a sated Valerie cuddled in a warm sub blanket ensconced on his lap.
"Go away, brat," Eric growled. "Can't you see you're interrupting aftercare?"
"Is that so?" His eyes went from Eric's scowling face to Val, who was flushed with happiness, her eyes bright with excitement. "Seems like she's recovered to me. Are you sure you want to spend time with this grouchy old ogre, Val? I'm going to be here off and on for a while. Maybe we can rethink our relationship."
"In your dreams, snake eater. You missed your shot, so hands off."
"You two have gotten close pretty darn quick. Are you sure, Val?"
"Oh yes, Master T." Val swept back her hair and exposed Eric's white leather collar wrapped around her throat. "I'm all signed, sealed and delivered."
"The old guy sure wasted no time getting a collar on you. He's smarter than I thought." Although the insults were flying, T gave Eric a look of approval.
Eric wasn't pacified. Remembering when Eric said that Master T had broken his sister's heart, she understood his animosity toward T. Val felt sure he would keep a watchful eye on the young heartbreaker, especially when she was around.
"Kiss my ass, infant. Isn't it past your bedtime?" Looking around, he signaled at someone across the room. "Mistress Arlene will be here momentarily. She's into age play and will happily spank your ass, give you your bottle and tuck you in bed. Ah, here she is now."
T grimaced and then made a rude hand gesture Eric's way before he cut and run, moving faster than a big man his size would be expected to.
"You called, Master Eric." The soft voice came from a petite redhead. She was dressed in a cute little baby doll nightie, not at all seductive but sweet, and she had a matching ribbon in her hair.
"Yes, Arlene. Please tell Master Thomas that I am heading up for the night and he has charge of The Club."
"Yes, Sir."
Val laughed as she watched the sub go to do Eric's bidding. "You big tease! Arlene is no Mistress. She looks all of sixteen. Have you checked her ID?"
"She is all of twenty-six, I'll have you know, and has been seeing Thomas exclusively for three years. As far as T goes, sometimes you have to use covert measures with that pup or he drives you insane. In this case, T is gone, and I have you in my arms and all to myself for the rest of the evening. So the end justifies the means."
Purring with contentment, Val snuggled close against him. She thought about the past two weeks, the mysterious invitation, her bold attendance on open sub night, the chance encounter with Sir Eric and Master T suddenly being called away. Pushing up from his chest, she looked at him with suspicion. "Covert measures, huh? You wouldn't know anything about the phone call that night. You know, the one where T got called away and had to leave out of the blue."
"Hm... Wouldn't I?" Eric's eyes twinkled merrily, his expression boyishly mischievous.
Val sat there stunned. What she had thought had been fate intervening to make everything fall into place had actually been her sneaky, deceptively underhanded, gloriously wicked Master Eric. Wrapping her arms firmly around his neck, she kissed him, letting all of her emotions bubble up and burst free in the kiss—contentment, joy, thankfulness and love. Yes, love. She'd gone and fallen in love with the man, probably had at first sight. "I'm falling in love with you, Eric."
"I have already fallen, my love. Forgive my boast, but once again I was correct—and the end indeed justified the means."
Maddie Taylor
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Chapter 1
“Yes, I’m running late. Of course I called the mechanic!” You idiot, I added silently. Even though I didn’t say it, my tone of voice made it clear. “I’m still waiting. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Tell the partners to keep their pants on.” I clicked the phone off without waiting for a reply. I was too busy to listen to Jack’s sniveling and fretting today. He’d been my assistant for over a year, and not a day went by that I didn’t think about firing him. The man was just too needy. I felt like I spent more time holding his hand than doing my actual job.
Just thinking about it had me rolling my eyes in frustration. I glanced over my shoulder once again to see another moron behind me, blowing his horn despite the obvious fact my emergency blinkers were on. I craned my neck out the window, shouting, “Go around, idiot!” He honked louder as he drove around, and I flipped him the bird. Jesus, people today. Was the whole world going crazy?
It didn’t help that my phone kept buzzing every three seconds with texts and phone calls. No matter how many people I told, someone at the office still wanted to know where I was. I felt like no one could function without me. Even though I was the CEO, I had assumed I had a competent staff to handle the moments when I couldn’t be there—not that there had been many in the last six years.
Of course, if there were a day my car was going to decide to break down, it would be today when I had the most important business meeting of my life. Not for the first time, I regretted leaving the house without my morning coffee. I never, ever forgot coffee—I knew all too well the consequences and that they would be painful, but I was in such a rush this morning that it had completely slipped my mind. Which made it understandable—or so I told myself—that I had been less than pleasant when I’d called my mechanic. My car had just lurched, making a whiney sound as it did, before it stopped dead in the middle of the road. He had to understand that, right?
My palm still smarted from how hard I’d hit it on the steering wheel. I had immediately snatched up my Blackberry and punched in the number for my mechanic. It wasn’t that I called often, but I had always been good with numbers. I remembered practically every phone number I’d ever dialed, a talent that came in handy once in a while. It also made writing up charts and projections for fiscal growth very elementary, which made my job a hell of a lot easier.
While the phone rang, I’d been letting loose with a stream of curse words. It helped calm me down, for some reason.
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sp; “Fuller Brothers,” a voice had answered.
“I need someone. Now,” I’d replied.
“Okay, Ma’am, can you describe what’s going on with the vehicle?” he’d asked.
“No, I can’t,” I’d snapped at—what was his name? Curtis? Cameron? I never could remember. “That’s what I pay you for. Now get your ass over here.”
I’d hung up and promptly slammed the phone down. If I’d been a little rude, well, that was to be expected. This was a big day, maybe the biggest of my life and I was stuck on the side of the road. I had lawyers to meet with and strategy to plan. If I didn’t make it there today, I could see stock prices starting to fall before the day was even out. A headache pulsed at my temples and I began to massage them, looking out the rearview mirror again. Where the hell was he?
Just then, my cell phone began to vibrate. With a long-suffering sigh, I snatched it up and checked the number. Work. Again. It was my VP, so I didn’t have much choice; I had to take it.
“You’ve got me,” I said as I answered the phone.
“Karen, it’s Mark. When did you think you’d be coming in today?”
I rolled my eyes skyward and counted to five before replying. Mark really knew how to test my nerves. If he wasn’t the best in the business I would have fired him years ago. That, and the fact he knew too much for me to risk him going over to the competition. I silently congratulated myself on having added the non-compete agreement to his contract this year before answering. “It depends on the mechanic. You know I’m stranded out here.”
“Well, for God’s sake, let’s send a car!”
“Right.” I gave a short laugh. “Like I’d ever leave my baby.” I knew all too well what he and most of the senior staff thought about my love for my Porsche, not that I gave a damn. Whether they liked it or not—and I was sure they didn’t—I was the boss. I called the shots.
“Karen, it’s very important—”
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” I demanded. “Who do you think set this deal up? Was it you, Mark? No. It’s my plan, my deal. I’ll get there when I get there, and you’ll thank me for the privilege of working for me when this is done. Later.” I pressed the “End” button with a grim sense of satisfaction. He was such a stuck-up prick. Knowing that he was probably cursing me in his office right now made me smile.
