by Livia Grant
Kacy flushed, giving the wand a lingering glance, then returned it. Her longing was clear in the way she touched it. He’d known she was a pain slut and didn’t shy away from body modification. The number of tattoos and piercings on her gorgeous body attested to that and were what drew him to her in the first place.
Jafari wasn’t going to allow any scarring that might last for weeks, if not months, over a game. Still, he couldn’t deny the need to put a permanent mark on her. It might happen someday, but not until he learned why she’d left so abruptly after their first play session.
“No,” he finally said. “We’ll use the needles only.”
Tyler nodded and boxed up the violet wand. “All right.” He set a fireplace lighter to the can of flammable gel, waiting until a steady blue flame appeared. Handing Jafari a needle, he said, “Hold it in the flame until it starts to glow. You’ll get three or four dots out of each heating.”
When the needle turned red, Tyler had him pull it out. “Try it on her outer thigh first,” he suggested. “You’ll both want to get used to it.”
“No, not until I know what it feels like.” Jafari handed the needle to Kacy, then rolled up his sleeves, pocketing his cufflinks. “Go ahead, chérie,” he said softly, holding out his arm.
Tyler nodded in approval, then used an alcohol wipe to clean a small section of skin on his forearm. “Make sure to sterilize the area and give it plenty of time to dry. You want just a split second, sweetheart. All you need is enough time to hear the pop, then pull the needle away.”
“I… no, I can’t.” Her hand shook and she tried to put the needle down.
“Kacy, eyes. Now.”
Plump lips trembling, she jerked her head up to look at him, her body relaxing. “Yes, Master Jafari.”
“Good girl.” Taking her hand, he pushed the needle back into the flame, ignoring the anticipatory murmurs from their audience. Although he was happy the spectators were enjoying the show, he wasn’t about to let anything ruin their scene. “Focus only on me,” he murmured. “Feel the heat of the needle and imagine how I’m going to touch you with it. Imagine the sting, and what it will feel like when you’re marked by me.”
She whimpered softly, her eyes sliding shut, then nodded and looked at him again before he could chide her. She was so incredibly responsive and obedient, just as she’d been the time they’d played before.
Her hand shaking slightly, she reached for the needle, then let out a slow breath as her fingers closed around the wooden handle. The tremor left her body, and she wrapped the slender fingers of her free hand around his arm.
Her brow furrowed, she carefully touched the tip to his skin, then jerked away before he heard the telltale sound. Unfortunately, it hadn’t been long enough to leave a mark. In fact, he’d barely felt it.
Yet she’d tried. She’d done something she wasn’t comfortable doing simply because he’d asked her to. For that, she’d be generously rewarded with her drug of choice.
Pain.
“It didn’t work,” she said softly, her disappointment clear. “Can I try again?”
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Heat the needle.”
“Yes, Master Jafari.”
He rubbed her shoulders, petting her until her muscles softened and relaxed. While the needle heated, Tyler passed an alcohol wipe over Jafari’s arm once more.
“It’s ready, Kacy,” Jafari said when the needle began to glow. “Do you want to try again?”
“Yes, sir.” She pulled it from the flame and gave him a tremulous smile when he presented his freshly sterilized forearm.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged.
Pursing her lips, she blew a curl out of her eyes, then lowered the needle to his flesh. A split second later, they were rewarded with a faint pop and a whiff of scorched hair and Kacy smiled like the sun coming up.
The sensation was a bit like spilling a single drop of hot coffee on bare skin, the slight pain there and gone in an instant. Kacy would love it. The sensation would build with every tiny mark, filling her curvy body with endorphins just like needle play would.
Smiling, Tyler took the needle away for reheating. “You did it, honey. Good girl.” Turning to Jafari, he asked, “Would you like me to assist?”
“Yes, thank you.” He traced a finger over the elegant line of Kacy’s jaw. “Have you decided what design you want?”
She blinked, her big brown eyes meeting his. “You choose, sir.”
“Very well.” He knew exactly the design he wanted to burn into Kacy’s flawless skin.
Chapter 3
Kacy
The crowd quieted as if realizing the real show was about to start.
Jafari stroked her shoulders, then lowered his hands to unzip her dress. Easing the straps down over her shoulders, he let the silky fabric fall to the floor. She shivered, her body erupting with gooseflesh.
Taking her arm, he helped her step from her dress, then crouched to pick it up. Folding it neatly, he laid it on the lower shelf of the supply cart along with her shoes.
“Are you ready?” he asked softly, positioning her next to the table. He brushed a few kisses over her shoulder, his warm breath sending a thrill of need down her spine.
Kacy swallowed hard and nodded, then remembered to use her words. “Yes, Master Jafari.”
“Good girl.” He put his hands around her waist, then lifted her easily onto the table, allowing her to perch on the edge. “Lie on your side facing the crowd, sweetheart.”
She almost wished he’d asked her to face the wall. There were so many people, and Kacy had no idea how she was going to react to what was about to happen. “Master, I—”
“Shh,” he crooned, spreading her knees apart to stand between them. “Do you not want them to share what you’re about to feel? You can let them see every bit of delicious pain on your gorgeous face. Do you think they’ll wish they could be in your place?”
Her eyes drifted shut. Jafari made it sound wonderful instead of scary, and her pussy dampened with anticipation. Licking her lips, she looked up at him, then nodded. “Yes, sir. I want that.”
“There’s my good girl.” He kissed her forehead again, but it didn’t make her panic like it once had. He was gentle and didn’t try to hold her still.
It was almost… sweet.
At his direction, she laid on her side, then rested her head on her outstretched arm. A dom in the crowd met her eyes and grinned, then stroked his kneeling sub. Jafari’s callused palms felt wonderful against her bare skin, and her nipples pebbled and hardened under his knowing touch.
“All right, chérie. I’m going to start my design on your thigh where you aren’t already inked. Are you ready?”
That explained why he wanted her facing the crowd, and she fell a little in love with him for having the presence of mind to avoid her tattoos. “Yes, Master.”
Jafari was behind her, still touching her as he spoke softly to Tyler. The alcohol wipe cleaning her thigh was cold enough to make her flinch, but she tried to hold still as best she could.
Her breathing slowed, her body already anticipating the heated metal touching her skin. It was the same languorous dissonance that always happened when she got a new tattoo or piercing.
But this was better.
She couldn’t see him yet felt the heat of the tiny branding needle before it touched her. There was a tiny pop of sound, then searing warmth encompassed the area, followed by a second and third.
Purring softly, she closed her eyes partway, then returned the strange dom’s smile. He only wished he could make his sub feel so good.
“New needle,” Tyler said softly from behind her.
Three more dots of deliciously arousing pain followed, the heat flowing into her body like a stiff belt of whiskey. Then the needle was changed again. Although she tried to follow the design Jafari was creating, she was too busy enjoying the sweet ache of the burn to pay attention.
Kacy resettled her head, taking in the growing crowd.
Their rapt attention was focused on her. Instead of being nervous, she basked in their regard, feeling their eyes on her like the heat from the brand marking her skin.
“How are you doing, Kacy?” Jafari asked.
“Mmm. It’s the good stuff.” She moved her free hand to her pussy, then rubbed her clit, her fingers sliding through slick arousal. A little touch was all she’d need, but she wished it was Jafari’s fingers instead of her own.
“Ah, ah,” he said, moving around the massage table to take her hand. “We’re not finished yet.”
She whined softly but let him keep her hand. “More?”
“Soon.” He sucked her wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean of her juices and she almost came on the spot. He put her hand on the table next to her face, then kissed a path across her jaw. “But you’ll have to beg for it.”
“Mean Master Jafari,” she muttered, making him and Tyler both chuckle. She was too deep in subspace to worry about being chastised for her snark. And, surprisingly, his kisses didn’t make her squick out. Jafari’s lips were warm and soft, and he wasn’t slobbery, nor did he try to hold her still or kiss her mouth.
Kacy might have even called it… nice.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, setting another trio of burning dots on her thigh. “Tell me your color, Kacy.”
“Red!”
A woman’s panicked shout echoed, making Kacy flinch and try to sit up, but Jafari was there in an instant and bent down to look at her. Tyler was already gone, trotting toward the disturbance.
“Eyes, Kacy,” he murmured. “Focus only on me.”
The commotion faded from her awareness the second she locked her gaze on Jafari. She let out a breath and relaxed, then nodded. “Sorry, sir.”
“There’s my good girl. Now, please tell me your color.”
“Green, sir.”
“Good.” He held her eyes for a moment longer, then nodded. “Are you ready to continue?”
“Yes, please.”
Tyler returned, but she was already lost in the perfect floaty sensation of subspace, relishing the welling delight from the tiny brands. They built, one after another, into a wave of cresting sensation spilling over into bliss.
“How are you doing, Kacy?” Jafari asked.
She hummed under her breath, giving him the only answer she could. Words seemed like too much work.
“Hmm.” Jafari’s voice trailed off and she heard him dig through his play bag. The crowd perked in anticipation at whatever he was doing behind her back. Their focused attention should have made her nervous, but it was becoming a part of her scene—almost like their regard touched her physically.
“One last chance, Kacy,” Jafari said. “I need to hear a color before I continue.”
The sound of his dom voice brought her out of subspace just enough to answer. “Green, sir.”
“Good girl.” He pushed her curls out of her eyes, then smiled. “Stay with me, this time. I don’t think you want to find out what I have in mind if you decide to drift off again.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her words communicated obedience, but Kacy let herself fall back into subspace anyway. Knowing Jafari was planning something even more depraved made the descent that much easier.
Jafari
Focusing his attention on the design he was building on Kacy’s plump thigh, he shaded a curve with closely placed dots.
“What are you making?” Tyler asked, handing him another needle.
Jafari went silent for a moment, suddenly at a loss to explain why he’d decided to place this particular design on her skin. Yet it fit. Kacy was effervescent and sweetly intoxicating.
“It’s my winery logo. We scorch it into all our barrels.”
It was a somewhat smaller version, at any rate, but Jafari thought he’d done a good job transferring his trademark to her skin. Although he’d finished the stylized eagle, the lettering wasn’t quite done.
Tyler gave him a strange look, then nodded, his fingers tracing the pulse point on Kacy’s wrist. Laughing softly, he tipped up her chin and Jafari caught a glimpse of glazed eyes and her expression of drunken bliss.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured, setting the tool aside. He retrieved the item he’d chosen to keep her focused, coating it with a generous dollop of lube. “Bend her knee, please. It’s time to wake her up.”
“Just out of curiosity, why don’t you let her stay in subspace?”
He loved watching Kacy fly into that deep delight, but was something private. He wasn’t sure he liked letting a crowd of strangers see something so beautiful—something he wanted to keep for himself.
“Sadist, remember? If she’s a good girl, perhaps I’ll allow it next time.”
Tyler snickered and arranged her leg, lifting her knee until it rested in front of her and opened her core to Jafari. She muttered, her words garbled and unintelligible, then moaned and pushed out when he touched her asshole with the slippery toy.
Her whines of pleasure shot into his balls, making him impossibly hard. Gritting his teeth against the urge to come in his pants, he eased the plug inside her, twisting to seat it firmly in her back passage. Cream slicked her pussy, the sparkling droplets of arousal making his mouth water for a taste.
In an effort to give her one last chance to come out of subspace on her own, he rubbed her shoulder. “Give me a color, Kacy.”
“I like pink and blue,” she slurred, a vacant smile ghosting across her lips. She looked out into the crowd, but he didn’t think she saw a thing.
Sighing, he shook his head, his lips curling into a wicked smile, then turned on the juice to the e-stim plug in her ass. Shrieking, she jerked and would have fallen from the table if Tyler hadn’t held her still. Smirking in satisfaction, he turned it off.
Although he’d have happily kept her in that state of ultimate bliss for hours, Roulette wasn’t the time or place. It wasn’t a private scene in which he could indulge himself in bringing her slowly to the heights of pleasure.
“Oh, God! Fuck!” Kacy shuddered, her hips moving toward him as she tried to arch. “Again?”
He rounded the table and bent to peer in her face. “Have you returned to reality, little rabbit?”
She blinked, her eyes clearing of the haze of subspace. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He traced a finger down her throat, wishing he could collar her. “What is your color?”
He had no idea where the thought of a collar came from. He’d never offered one to another woman, yet the image of Kacy wearing a delicate platinum bauble engraved with his name was more satisfying than he wanted to admit.
“Green, sir.”
“Very good.” He straightened, then thumbed the e-stim controller to its lowest setting.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Her groan of pleasure was like music, but he forced himself to be stern. Pinching her chin, he made her look at him. “Do you think an e-stim toy in your ass will keep you out of subspace, little rabbit?”
“I—”
He touched the controller, increasing the power for a moment before lowering it again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her plump lips parted. “You’re going to feel everything,” he warned. “I’ve only used the lowest setting. It goes much higher.”
“Oh, God.” Her eyes drifted shut, then opened again. “Yes, sir, I’ll try.”
“There’s my good girl.” He set the controller aside and repositioned her leg, then walked around the table to pick up a heated needle. “Shall we continue?”
When she nodded, he forced himself to ignore the perfume of vanilla-scented arousal drifting up from her pussy and quickly completed his design. She stayed with him the entire time, focused on him instead of allowing herself to drift back into subspace.
Tyler’s assistance allowed him to change needles without waiting for them to heat. He’d been working for almost an hour, and people were beginning to drift to other scenes. Perfect.
“There,” he finally said, placin
g the last needle in the rack, then slipped the e-stim controller into his pocket.
He walked around the table, keeping his hand on her while he moved, then turned his back to the few people still watching. “Color, please,” he ordered gently.
“I’m green, Master.”
“Good girl.” He helped her sit up, then moved her to the narrow edge of the massage table. The change in position made her whine when the plug was pushed deeper into her ass. Kneeling between her legs, he inhaled the sugary perfume of her arousal, then lowered his head for a taste.
“Oh, God!” She fell back to her elbows the minute his tongue touched her clit.
He should have known he wouldn’t be able to stop with a single scant taste. She’d ensnared him the first time they played together, and nothing had changed.
Pushing her legs apart, he caught a slim calf and draped it over his shoulder, licking and devouring her decadent pussy. She jerked and shuddered, but he pulled her toward him, unwilling to let her go.
“Please, please, please!”
Her cries of pleasure made him smile against her wet pussy. “What do you want?” he asked, lifting his head.
“I need to come, please!”
“Beg, little rabbit. Beg me, and perhaps I’ll let you.”
Reaching into his pocket, he turned the control for the e-stim plug up a notch, watching with satisfaction when she spasmed and let out a hoarse scream. She blushed a charming shade of red and he didn’t bother to resist the urge to suck her swollen clit into his mouth.
She sank her hands into his hair, tugging his locs almost painfully. Normally, he wouldn’t allow her to move, much less touch him, but he was delighted by her abandoned response.
“Jafari, please! Let me come!”
“Come for me, chérie.”
He pushed two fingers into her greedy cunt, curling them up to stab into her g-spot. Kacy screamed, her gorgeously curved body bucking under him. A gush of liquid pleasure bathed his face and he licked her softly until she fell back to the table, her limbs quivering.
