by Dakota Trace
“Yes, Sir.” Her hands reached for the tie on her robe as she searched for a way to the platform. This is it. There will be no going back this time. She’d sacrifice all on the altar of his lust. Her desire to surrender surpassed her terror.
The stone stairs on the back of the dais were cool against her bare feet. Arriving at the top, she dropped the robe. Her throat dried when she glanced over her shoulder. Amphitheater-style stone benches, fitted with thick pillows rose well above the sandy, stone floor of the Devil’s Playground. Whoever sat there would have a perfect and rather intimate view of any scene taking place on the dais. A trickle of moisture streaked down her leg. Every Dom and sub in the playground would watch Seba conquer her.
“I thought I asked you to wait at the cross.” Seba’s brisk tone had her swallowing hard.
“The crowd, Sir….”
Doms settled in their seats, their subs either curled on their laps or next to them.
“Think of yourself as a wet, spicy, morsel to whet their appetite.” Seba moved closer to her. “Imagine what it will feel like when I send you into subspace with all those greedy eyes watching?”
She caught the “Sensei” before it passed her lips. “S-s-sir?”
“But we have the matter of your disobedience to deal with first. I believe I asked you to be waiting at the cross, not gawking at our observers.”
“Yes, Sir.” She moved toward the cross. A muted thud of a bag hitting the dais floor followed her. But before she made it to her destination, he ordered her to stop. Trembling with anticipation, she froze in place.
“Since you won our bet, I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with filling your pretty ass with this.” Seba opened his bag and withdrew a silicone butt plug.
Her heart leapt at the familiar toy. More than once he’d spread her open, tied her to the cross, then plugged her tight ass. Making me ready for his cock. Then his words registered. “Bet, Sir?”
She followed his gaze to where a tall, silver-haired man wearing leathers strapped his submissive, a naked brunette with long curls spilling over her shoulders, into a pair of the manacles hanging from the stone wall. “Don’t they look a lot like our Faust and Virgin?”
Her thighs clenched in reaction, and her nipples tightened when the reality of what she witnessed registered. “Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled. “Which means, before the night is through, I’m going to feast on your pussy, Akira.” He nipped her bare shoulder. “And there will be nothing you can do but take every lash of my tongue and scrape of my teeth.”
Her breath caught on a soft moan.
“Now, bend over and present that ass for me.”
She leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around the left support of the cross.
“Damn, still beautiful.” Seba accented his compliment with a sharp slap to her ass.
Pain washed through her, only to morph into pleasure when he thrust his fingers inside her sheath. It was always like this.
Always.
“And wet.” He withdrew to smear her cream over her anus.
She gasped. His touch against such a sensitive place had her trembling with anticipation. She pushed back against his fingers.
“Ever the eager little kotori.” Seba pulled back, only to thrust his fingers inside her dripping folds once more. “Be still,” he ordered when she tried to ride their thick lengths.
“Sorry, Sir.” She struggled, but obeyed. It was hard. She wanted more.
A low snick signaled the drip of cool lube against her rosette. He curled his fingers and pressed against her G-spot. Pleasure struck hard, along with the need to rock against them.
“Shhh…relax for me.” Then the plug’s narrow tip breached her.
She gritted her teeth and pushed out, eager for the penetration.
“Good girl, let me in.” With slow movements, he fed the plug into her ass, each thrust stretching and burning anew, until she wanted to scream at him to let her come.
***
Seba growled when Akira’s pussy clamped down on his fingers. Hard to believe with such little play—a little fingering, a whole lot of dirty talk, and she was already on the verge of coming.
Always like this.
It made him want to forgo the punishment, screw the whipping he had planned, and bury his cock in her tight little ass. He might have lost the bet, but before they left, he’d find out how tightly her ass would grip him. It might be the last chance he got.
At the sobering thought, he jerked his fingers free of their warm prison. The muscles in her thighs trembling against his hand.
“Not yet, kotori. Stand up. I have a few things left before I restrain you to the cross.” Turning, he rummaged in his bag for the nipple clamps and gold chain he’d brought with him. “Face me, arms behind your head.”
He tested the clamps on his pinky as she obeyed, checking to make sure they were working properly then moved toward his sub. Her flushed face showed no fear. Her erect nipples taunted him. He longed to tongue—tease them. He could easily clamp their tight peaks but found himself unable to resist the pear-shaped mounds topped with their light-brown tips.
Leaning in, he cupped one breast and sucked hard on the nipple. Akira whimpered, but he paused. Familiar steps to an old routine. He released her with a loud pop, irritated. What he’d tried in the past hadn’t worked. He needed something different to keep her off-balance. He stepped back. “Hold.”
“Yes, Sir?”
He ignored her question. She was his to do with as he pleased, the conditions of their evening set in the great deal of forms filled out for 1Night Stand and filed with the DMs before their descent into the dungeon. Running over Akira’s hard and soft limits, he got an idea. One he’d never considered before, but with only one night together, desperation drove him. The man he’d spoken with earlier, the widower, stood alone near the door to the aftercare rooms. Seba descended the staircase and approached him.
“Eric, right?” Seba eyed his downcast expression. “Still waiting for your date?”
The tall blond shrugged, his jaw tense. “I was, but an unexpected issue caused my Christine not to show. I just got a text from Madame Eve. Something about my date’s plane being delayed. I guess we’re going to have dinner tomorrow night.”
He’d guessed the man had been stood up and saw an opportunity to brighten both their nights. “Since you have the evening free, would you care to help me with my sub? She has a serious issue in letting go. Maybe, between the two of us, we’ll be able to convince her otherwise?”
Erik looked up at the raised dais then back at Seba. “Are you sure you want to share her with me? You don’t know me from Adam.”
Seba clapped him on the shoulder. “You passed Madame Eve’s background check, and that’s all I need to know.”
“What exactly is your plan?” Eric looked skeptical. “I don’t do blood, fire, or breath play.”
Seba grinned. “A good old-fashioned whipping, along with all the stimulation we can give her. My kotori has a high pain threshold, and while I won’t deliberately break her skin, I’ll make her wish I had. I need you to keep her off-balance. I’m hoping your presence will push her past whatever is holding her back.”
Eric looked doubtful. “And you got all that from the checklist Madame Eve had us fill out?”
“Akira and I have a past. Back in Chicago, I specialized in abused and troubled subs. Those who struggled with the lifestyle but were still determined to participate. Akira could not achieve subspace, could never completely submit.” He glanced at her. “She’s my one failure. A sub I had to walk away from. Madame Eve, in her infinite wisdom, gave me a second chance to get this right, and damned if I’m gonna let it slip through my fingers.”
Understanding dawned in Eric’s gaze. Finally, he nodded. “I’m all for second chances. Let’s do it.”
Relief poured through Seba. For a moment, he’d thought Eric would refuse. “Thanks. When we get up to the dais, I want you to clamp those pretty little nipples
of hers. Then I will secure her to the cross, but I need you to hook the nipple chain I brought with me around it so you can stand behind the cross and tug on it. Any questions?”
“Yeah, what are you going to be doing while I torment your little sub’s nipples?”
A wide grin crossed Seba’s face then he lifted the Gorean slave whip from his belt. “I’m going to make her dance under this. We’re going to strip away her control one layer at a time. We’ll find out why she can’t let go.”
“And when we do?” Eric studied him.
“Then we’ll push her over the edge.”
A slow grin crossed Eric’s face. “And what’s in it for me? Other than watching your pretty little sub submit?”
“What do you want? If it’s to fuck her, I’m sorry. I never share my subs that way. It’s also a hard limit for my sub, but one of Akira’s fantasies has always been to have another man come all over her while I claim her.”
“Jerk off on a willing sub? I can deal with that. Besides, scening with a couple beats a lonely jerk-off session back at the hotel.”
Akira panicked and almost dropped her arms when the blond Dom followed Seba back up the steps. What the hell is he doing? She chewed on her lower lip. Seba came to a stop in front of her, lifting her chin to stare down at her.
“Do you trust me—knowing that I’ll never cross your hard limits, Akira?”
She swallowed hard. The determined lust stamped across his face scared her, especially after his earlier anger, but it stoked her desire higher. The potent combination made her heart race until she felt like a mouse about to be swooped up by a falcon.
She hesitated for a moment then answered. “Of course, Sir.”
Pleasure flitted across his expression, giving her an almost euphoric feeling. “Master Eric is going to assist me tonight. You will treat him as you would me. If he asks you a question, I expect you to answer honestly. No evasion, no hiding, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He stepped back and waved to Master Eric. “She’s all yours.”
Her heart leapt into her throat. She’d thought Seba was tall, but the blond towered over her Master. Her head didn’t even come up to his sternum. Seba expected her to submit to a stranger?
“Relax, little one.” Eric traced a finger over her cheek and down her collarbone. “I won’t break you. I’m here to help.”
Already primed from Seba’s earlier play, her nipple tightened further when Eric lightly brushed over the distended peak.
She gasped when he brought his other thumb into play. “Help with what, Master Eric?”
“Why, nothing less than driving you insane.” He gave her a wicked grin then held up a clamp and slipped it onto her taut nipple.
She gave a squeak at the pinch then breathed through the sting.
“Good girl. You didn’t even drop your arms.” Master Eric’s words bolstered her confidence as a sub.
She opened her mouth to thank him, but he brushed his lips over her hair before clamping the opposite nipple. Seba took his place in front of her. “Damn, I love seeing your pretty little nipples like this, kotori.” He reached out and flicked the small weights.
The dull ache jolted through her but settled like a warm hand over her womb. She gasped in reaction. “Sir….”
“Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
She bit her lower lip but forced herself to talk. This time had to be different, or she’d lose him—this time forever. “I need more. Harder, please. Make my nipples ache.”
Seba’s nostrils flared as he grasped the weights between his thumbs and forefingers. Then he lifted them, tugging firmly.
Pain shot from her abused nipples down to her clit, causing her sheath to clench as her ass squeezed the plug. She cried out in pleasure.
“I bet I could make you come from just this.” Seba pulled up again, sending another burst of pleasured pain through her. “But I’m not going to. You’re not going to get off that easily tonight.” He released the weights. “In fact, it’s time for your whipping. To the cross.”
With thighs slicker than she could ever remember them being, she obeyed.
Chapter Seven
Stepping back, Seba eyed the exquisite banquet laid out in front of him. With both arms stretched up and secured by soft leather cuffs at the top of the X, Akira lounged with her chest against the slightly tilted St. Andrew’s Cross. Eric looped the chain around the wood then secured it to the weighted clamps. Lust shot straight to Seba’s groin when the other Dom winked at him then tugged on the gold links and Akira moaned softly.
“Like that, sweetheart?” Eric continued to toy with the chain.
“Yes, Master Eric.”
“Good, then I’ll make sure to do it often.” He eyed Seba. “Or perhaps more, if you give us the answers we seek.”
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.
Unhooking the Gorean slave whip from his waist, he swung it a few times, warming up his right arm. The five long falls, a yard in length and an inch and a half in width, whistled as they cut the air.
Akira tilted her head at the sound. Even restrained, she attempted to identify which toy he had. “Sir?”
Of all of his whips, floggers, and crops, she’d worshipped this toy, but feared it the most. He could understand why. In an inexperienced hand, the heavy-impact toy could do a tremendous amount of damage. But, as she knew, he wielded the leather with an expertise that had many subs begging to feel its kiss.
“Yes, kotori?” He shifted the whip to his other hand, warming up his left arm. Being ambidextrous, he often took advantage of the talent for the benefit of the lucky sub who ended up under his lash.
“Are you going to use the kurt, Sir?”
“Does the idea of your master using such a heavy toy against your lily-white skin make your pussy wet, sub?”
Seba paused mid-swing, expecting Akira to deny it. She never gave in easily.
“I…yes.” Her head dropped between her arms, only to be jerked up as Eric gave a harsh yank on the stretched chain.
“What’s the second rule, sub?” Eric’s stern tone even had Seba grimacing. The man wasn’t playing around.
Akira gasped. “No hiding.”
“Then why did you?” Eric’s face became a sadistic mask. “Unless, of course, you wish for the pain?”
She shook her head. “No, Master Eric. I slipped. As a child, I suffered many years of training not to look those above me in the eye. But I understand I am not to hide. It won’t happen again.”
Jealousy warred with relief. His kotori was opening up, and even if it was to another Dom, he should be happy.
But I’m not.
He clenched his jaw and reminded himself to keep his eye on the prize: sending Akira into subspace. If it took both him and Eric to do it, so be it.
“Then answer the question, Akira.” Seba stepped closer, stroking the weighted handle down her spine. “Would the idea of me marking your beautiful skin with my wicked toy have you ready to cream your panties…if you had any on?”
She arched against the stroke of the handle. “Yes, Sir.” A shiver wracked her body when he tossed the whip at her shoulder, trailing the falls across her soft skin. “Even as it scares me, I find its fierce kiss to be very arousing.”
“It’s like being attracted to a man twice your size—he could hurt you with his strength, but you trust him not to.” He caressed her lower back with the strands of the whip. “Isn’t that what you once claimed when I asked why you’d chosen me over the other Doms at LRA?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her hips shifted toward him when he teased the tempting rise of her ass with the leather. Her eagerness sent a surge of lust through him.
“What is your safeword?”
“Sensei, Sir.” Anticipation filled Akira’s response.
“Good. What level are you at?” He moved back several feet from the cross.
“Green, Sir.”
“Count off.” He drew his arm back and struck
her left shoulder at about quarter strength. A faint mark appeared.
“One, Sir,” she moaned.
The next blow landed a few inches below the first. Jerking against her restraints, she called out the number.
Meeting Eric’s eyes, he mouthed the words warm up as he littered her back with short, but thuddy, strokes. When her skin took on a light-pink hue, he paused. “What level are you at, kotori?”
“Green, Sir,” she answered in a surprisingly strong voice.
“Good, now the fun can begin. Eric, if you please?”
Master Eric pulled up a bit harder on the chain, tugging at her captured nipples, and Akira hissed. The pain morphed into pleasure when he eased off a bit and returned the dangle to its former position. She relaxed for a moment, only to gasp as he tortured her poor nipples in a random pattern. Without warning, her back lit up. She grunted, swaying forward at the impact. He’d been taking it easier on her earlier. The kiss of leather against her upper back alternating down to her ass left a fiery path of brutal sensation. How such pain could bring her such fierce pleasure, she didn’t know.
Good girls are pure. They don’t give into the temptations of the flesh, Akira. Her father’s voice tried to intrude in her pleasure.
“Focus on me, Akira,” Master Eric coaxed, yanking on the chain.
“Yes, Master Eric.”
His blue eyes crinkled at the corners. “Good girl. Don’t let whatever is torturing you win.”
She gritted her teeth. Another lash landed on the middle of her back then wrapped around her side. “Like Sir isn’t….” She tried for humor, but failed as another blow, this one on her opposite side, sent a new flood of lust pooling in her pussy.
“And like you’re not enjoying every minute of it, my kotori.” Seba taunted.
She arched when one particular blow struck where her thigh joined her ass. “God, yes!”
The pain blended with the coaxing words of Master Eric and the crooning ones of her Sir, as they both praised her ability to take his lash. Just as she hovered on the edge of floating free, her father’s face appeared before her.
