Toymaker's Pet (Dark Star Doms Book 2)

by Ivy Barrett

  Where are you? The panicked catch in her tone tore at Slade’s heart. I know what must be done here, but I can’t do this alone.

  Call out my name when you come. It will give me a reason to interrupt.

  Chapter Ten

  Hands fisted against the wall, Bryce concentrated on the warm swirl of Iram’s tongue against her clit. The physical sensation was pleasant and sensual appreciation flowed freely from him, but it felt wrong, hollow.

  For years she’d turned off her mind, isolated her emotions and submerged herself in her partner’s pleasure. Without her protective disassociation, her life would have been intolerable. Why had her detachment failed her now?

  Slade’s warm gaze and lazy smile flashed through her mind. A tingle erupted low in her belly. Iram needed to complete the cycle of arousal. He’d tried every alternative. Still, his body craved passion’s ultimate culmination.

  Iram needed her.

  Matthias needed Iram.

  And she needed Slade.

  Iram’s long fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, anchoring her in place. On and on he went. His lips slid, his tongue flicked and his breath caressed her. He lifted her hips, pushed his fingers into her core then went back to lapping at her folds.

  Bryce closed her eyes. By now she should be writhing, wild with impending climax. He drew his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. “Slade,” she whispered. Her nails dug into her palms. Iram didn’t stop. “Oh Slade!”

  Iram shoved her backward, toppling her to the bed. “I am not Slade!” His chest heaved and his nostrils flared. “Why did you come here if you want him?”

  “I knew you needed—”

  “I don’t want to fuck you while you close your eyes and think of someone else.” He glared at her, his hands covering his crotch.

  A buzzer sounded, and Bryce sighed. “What’s that?”

  “As if you need to ask.” He combed his fingers through his hair. “Was I hurting you?”

  His disappointment blasted her, and Bryce turned her face away.

  “Enter,” Iram called.

  Slade stepped into the room, and the door slid closed behind him.

  Iram scooted to the edge of the bed. “She wants you.” He sounded so miserable Bryce wanted to wrap her arms around him. “I had my tongue up her cunt and she cried out for you. Gods, I hate you both.”

  “You need her.” Slade spoke in a calm, emphatic tone. “You’ve about worn out the simulators, and the lap pool doesn’t help. You need to complete this cycle, and you need to complete it with Bryce.”

  Iram shook his head. “She wants you. Get her out of here.”

  “She doesn’t want to leave. Not really.”

  “Then what does she want?” Iram sounded almost petulant.

  “Did she respond to you in the spa the other day?”

  “Only because you were there too.” Iram turned his head and stared at her for a long, tense moment. “Is that what you want? Both of us together?”

  Bryce could barely swallow past the lump in her throat. She looked at Slade, and he smiled.

  “It’s up to you.” He continued silently. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll take him upstairs.

  I want to help Matthias, but I’m not sure I can…

  His gaze narrowed and his expression hardened, taking on autocratic lines that sent her heart racing. You called me Master while my cock was deep inside you. Are you rescinding the offer now?

  No, sir. Panic surged through her at the thought. She had felt so secure, so cherished in the spa. Once he’d truly shared himself with her, it had been wonderful. She wanted to feel like that for the rest of her life. You didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure you wanted me—like that.

  “If you have to talk her into this, I’d rather you both just leave,” Iram insisted as the outward silence dragged on.

  “That’s not what I’m doing,” Slade told him. “But Bryce and I need to settle one thing before we continue.”

  Slade turned back to Bryce and went on as if there had been no interruption. I want nothing more than to be a true Master to you. He flooded her mind with waves of affection and burning desire, so different from the one-sided demands of her other Masters. Will you obey me?

  I will.

  Do you accept my discipline as well as my desire?

  I do.

  After a short pause, he asked, Do you trust me.

  I do.

  Then trust me now. Trust me to make this good for all of us.

  Without further explanation he took her by the arm and pulled her off the bed. “Why are you here? Answer honestly.”

  She narrowed her gaze on his handsome face. Surely he didn’t want her to explain about Matthias. To her knowledge, Iram wasn’t even aware he was a biomech.

  I ordered you to find him, Slade prompted. We must explain your reluctance.

  “You told me to find Iram and comfort him.”

  Iram tensed, his broad shoulders drawing up. “I don’t want your pity.”

  “It’s not pity,” she assured him. “I’m attracted to you, but I belong to Slade. Wanting you both makes me feel guilty.”

  “But I sent you to him,” Slade reminded her. “I told you to offer your body for his pleasure.” His fingers tightened around her upper arm and he urged her to her knees. “Why is he upset when I sent you to comfort him?”

  Their ploy took on a dark, exciting edge that was all too familiar. Her senses stirred, conditioned to respond to danger and the promise of pain. “I failed you, and I failed him.” She lowered her gaze as her nipples hardened and her pussy began to ache. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Lean over the bed and spread your legs wide.”

  Iram looked as if he’d object, but she stopped him with a pleading look. “I want this,” she whispered. “I need it.”

  He stepped back as she crawled to the bed and rested her forearms on the mattress. Slade came up behind her and stroked one of his hands over her ass. She mentally prepared for a spanking, but he had something more creative in mind.

  “Not good enough.” He pulled up on her hips. “On your feet. Bend from the waist and open yourself for me.”

  She struggled up from her knees, then moved her feet far apart before bending over the bed. The position blatantly displayed her pussy and even the tight little entrance to her ass. She was exposed, accessible to whatever he chose to do to her. He could possess her, use her in whatever way pleased him most and she would let him. She would revel in complete surrender because it was her nature to submit.

  “Stand beside me Iram. Look at her cunt, still flushed and creamy from your attention.”

  Iran moved behind her as well. She heard his indrawn breath and then a muffled groan. “She’s beautiful.”

  “She is, but she disobeyed me and upset you. What should we do about that?”

  He offered no suggestions, but his emotions suddenly spiked, confusion twisting through his longing. “I want to fuck her, badly.”

  “I know you do, and you will.” Slade’s voice was patient, yet firm, almost as if he were talking to a child. “But she must be punished first.”

  “Then punish her, so I can fuck her. I’m losing my mind with her standing like that.”

  “You need to be part of this,” Slade insisted. “She upset you when she was supposed to be comforting you.”

  “How. What do you want me to do?”

  “Use your fingers. Fuck her pussy and ass while I redden those silky white cheeks.”

  Lust rolled through Bryce with suck intensity, she wasn’t sure of its source. Her inner walls clenched as she imagined what they were about to do. She loved being spanked, but Akim frequently used anal penetration to punish her. This is punishment too, she reminded herself with a secret smile. Only this time it would lead to pleasure instead of endless hours of pain and humiliation.

  “Are you sure?” Iran had never sounded so insecure. “Bryce is this—”

  “She will not speak unless I ask her a question
. Now fill her with fingers or I’ll take her to my room and punish her there.”

  A warm hand tentatively touched her hip and desire flowed across her empathic receptors. Iram stroked her folds, warning her of his intent. Then he carefully pushed two fingers into her aching pussy and her groan was even louder than his.

  “She’s so hot, and so wet.” His fingers slid in and out as his free hand explored her other opening.

  She could hear Slade moving around, but didn’t really care what he was doing. Iram’s fingers felt too damn good.

  Suddenly something cool touched her anus, sending a shiver up her spine. “Coat your fingers as well as her hole. Always use lube if you go for anal.”

  Iram smeared the lube around, teasing her nerve endings in the process, then slowly entered her with one long finger. “Oh Gods! Is it always so hot in there?”

  “Yes, but you’re too big to fuck her ass without some serious preparation.”

  “But I still get to fuck her pussy?”

  Slade chuckled. “Yes, you get to fuck her, but not until she’s been punished for disobeying me.”

  “Sorry.”

  For a moment he left his finger buried deep in her ass as he moved in and out of her pussy. But apparently Slade wasn’t satisfied with that. “Put another finger inside her ass and move your hands in opposite directions.”

  It took Iram a moment to figure out how it worked, but soon a second finger stretched her ass and his hands were thrusting in a rhythmic counterpoint that made Bryce want to scream.

  “Now sit down and keep your hands as low as possible while still fucking her.”

  Bryce tensed. Was Slade going to spank her while Iram was finger-fucking her?

  “You do not have permission to come,” Slade warned and Bryce dug her fingernails into her palms. Iram’s fingers pushed into her pussy while his other fingers pulled out of her ass. It was dizzying and so arousing, and yet she wasn’t allowed to come.

  Suddenly something stung her ass cheek, the pain intense enough to make her cry out. She twisted her neck and looked back at Slade. He stood directly behind Iram, who practically lay on the floor. In Slade’s hand was a wicked, miniature whip. His smile was completely unrepentant as he swung again. The tiny lash connected with her other ass cheek and Bryce yelled even louder.

  Iram’s fingers paused, both sets still inside her. “You’re hurting her.”

  “Is her pussy still wet?”

  “Oh yes.” He fucked her for a few seconds as if to make sure that were true.

  “Would she still be wet if she didn’t like it, maybe even need it?”

  Iram sighed, his warm breath teasing her sex. “I guess not.”

  “Then don’t interrupt me again.”

  It amazed her how easily quiet, almost introverted Slade had taken on the role of Master. He commanded her and Iram as if he were born to the role.

  Another sharp burst of pain obliterated her speculation. She turned her head back around and closed her eyes. Heat spread out across her ass and sank deep into her muscles. And still the pleasure/pain wasn’t enough to make her forget the fingers moving in and out of her holes.

  “Keep your hands low,” Slade warned. “I don’t want to hit you by mistake.”

  Which meant he wasn’t done. Bryce whimpered, but Iram adjusted the angle of his hands then went right back to filling her with fingers. The sensual slide of warm flesh in both her passages soothed her in between punishing strikes from Slade’s well-placed lash. She stopped trying to contain her screams, releasing the intensity in the only way Slade allowed her.

  “Count off the final five,” Slade commanded, then swung the whip.

  “One,” she yelped out the word as sensations exploded in her behind. If it weren’t for Iram stimulating her libido, she would have been overwhelmed by the pain. Which was why Slade had insisted on Iram helping. He’d known she craved this intensity, but wanted her to know pleasure as well as pain.

  Another bright kiss of pain forced a scream from her throat, but she quickly added, “Two.” Emotions welled and her legs began to tremble.

  He swung again, catching the underside of one ass cheek.

  “That hurt!” she yelled, shocked by the searing sting.

  “It was supposed to.” But warmth and affection pushed into her mind belying his harsh words. “Count.”

  “Three.”

  He sung again, catching the underside on the other side. “Four!” she sobbed, lunging forward so violently that she disengaged Iram’s fingers.

  Iram stroked along her spine, then slowly filled her empty passages.

  She sobbed harshly, unable to stop a sudden deluge of tears. Why was she blubbering like a child? She’d endured far worse than this. And yet her entire body began to tremble as she waited for the final strike.

  She waited as her ass throbbed and her sobs jostled her breasts. She heard the whip hit the floor and then Slade was beside her, his fist grasping the back of her hair. He slowly raised her head.

  “Look at me.”

  Twisting her head sharply to the side, she looked into his eyes. Iram was still firmly fucking her with his fingers.

  “Why are you crying?” His tone and his expression brooked no refusal.

  “I don’t want to need the pain.” Another harsh sob accented her words. “I want to leave all of it behind.”

  “There is no shame in anything we do, as long as you are willing. Pain is only shameful when it’s forced on you. I will never force anything on you.”

  She nodded, unable to propel the words past the lump in her throat.

  “You owe me one more lash, but I’d rather watch you come. Offer me your pleasure instead of your pain.”

  Without releasing her hair, he slipped his other hand in between the bed and her trembling body. She gasped as his fingertip found her clit, and moaned as he caressed her. She stared into his eyes, offering her pleasure as freely as she’d offered her pain. Iram kept up the steady shuttle in and out of her passages and the tension inside her sprung apart, shattering her senses and making her scream.

  Wave after wave of sensation crashed over her. Iram pushed deep with both hands as her muscles clamped down on his fingers. Slade rung every last tingle from her until she was sobbing again.

  “That was supposed to make you feel better.” He paused to kiss her mouth. “Why are you still crying?”

  “I need more,” she admitted.

  “Get on the bed,” Slade told Iram.

  Iram sat on the edge of the bed then laid back, his legs bent over the side. Bryce looked at his cock and shivered. He really was huge.

  I’ll help you take him. We’ll do this together. A wave of warmth and tenderness accompanied the words. Bryce wrapped it around her, absorbed it into her and felt her heart swell. She swung one leg over Iram’s hips, straddling his lap. Iram locked his hands behind his head, watching her through half-lowered lids.

  Lifting her hips, she positioned him at her entrance. Velvety soft and incredibly hot, his cock nestled between her creamy folds. Slade pressed against her back, stroking her breasts with one hand and covering her mound with the other. His middle finger found her clit and circled as she sank onto Iram’s shaft. Wider, tighter, her inner muscles stretched and accepted him. She tensed, and Slade licked his fingers then returned to stroke her clit.

  Heat, pressure, pleasure, pain, the sensations swirled and blended, making her tingle and burn. Iram trembled beneath her. His jaw clenched, eyes closed.

  “She’s too fucking tight,” Iram groaned.

  “No, you’re too fucking big,” she whispered.

  Slade continued his gentle stimulation while she completed her gradual descent. Her sensitive folds pressed flush with Iram’s groin, and she let out a ragged breath. She’d done it! Iram was inside her.

  Kissing her temple, Slade rewarded her with sweeping touches and soft caresses as her body adjusted to the intrusion of Iram’s cock. “You doing okay?”

  “It feels nice
,” she whispered unsteadily. The distinct throb in her well-lashed ass seemed to echo the rhythm of her well-stuffed pussy.

  “Hold her open for me, Iram. Let’s see if we can make her feel more than nice.”

  Iram’s fingers parted her outer lips. Her delicate folds stretched tight around his shaft. Slade gathered her cream and circled her clit, his pattern tight and rhythmic. She jerked and wiggled, unsure if she was trying to capture or avoid his touch.

  “Too much?”

  “Yes.” She panted.

  “Too bad.” Slade chuckled, but he gentled his touch, avoiding direct contact with her clit. Relaxing against his chest, she let sensation sweep through her. She closed her eyes and saw herself through Iram’s eyes. Her body arched, breasts thrust forward. Just the base of his thick cock was visible between her thighs. All her life she’d heard men speak of her beauty. In that moment, she finally felt beautiful.

  Opening her eyes, she smiled into Iram’s passion-darkened gaze. Tension eased from her body. Her core slowly melted, surrounding him with creamy welcome. She dragged her body up along his incredible length, paused while Slade stroked her, then impaled herself again. Pleasure ricocheted through her body—hers, Iram’s, Slade’s. The sensations blended and mixed in a sensual blur.

  Faster, harder, she took Iram deep, the throb in her ass now part of the maelstrom assailing her senses. Cream seeped out, wetting her inner thighs. She panted, her heart thundering. Slade cupped her breasts, pressing himself against her back while she rode Iram.

  “I’m going to fuck your bright pink ass,” Slade whispered into her ear.

  The graphic phrase sent her over the edge. She came in hard spasms of pleasure. Iram cried out sharply, bucking up into her as he joined her in release.

  “Damn it,” Iram panted. “What did you say to her? She squeezed me so hard, I bet I’m bruised.”

  “I bruised you?” Bryce laughed. “Explain that to my poor pussy.”

  “There is only one of us who is still aching.” Slade stroked his erect cock to demonstrate.