Owning Sarah [Sequel to Loving Sarah] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Julie Shelton

  With one fluid, graceful movement, the Dominatrix rose to her feet and went over to a sofa in the back corner of the staging area. Club employees untied the weakened man and carried him over to her, placing him on his back with his head in her lap. He rolled over onto his side, curling up in a fetal position, shivering violently as they covered him with a warm blanket. The Domme sat, stroking his curly brown hair, crooning to him in a low, melodic voice. Without taking her eyes off her beloved sub, she lifted her hand to summon a house slave, who brought her a bottle of water and a Godiva chocolate bar.

  “What did you just witness?” Adam asked quietly.

  She bit her lip. “I–I’m not sure.”

  “I’m not sure…”

  “Master,” she added hastily. “I’m not sure, Master.”

  “Another five,” Jesse said.

  “Was it abuse?” Adam continued, pressing the issue.

  “No. No, Master, it wasn’t abuse.”

  “Why not?”

  Uh-oh. This could get a bit tricky.

  She considered for a moment. “Because he—he seemed to want it. No, more than want. He seemed to need it.”

  “You have just witnessed the S and M part of BDSM,” Adam said. “Sadism and Masochism. Seruj is a total masochist—he gets off on extreme pain—he craves it like a drug. Monique is a sadist—she gets off on extreme pain, too, although in her case it’s giving it. The scene you just saw was only a warm-up. Later on, she’ll use a crop, a cane, a tawse, a single tail, and a bullwhip.”

  Her entire body seemed to shrink at the very thought. Holy Moley! “I–I can’t imagine—”

  “Of course not, baby,” Jesse said gently. “Because you are neither a sadist nor a masochist.”

  “Yet I like the pain you give me.”

  “Because it is erotic pain,” Adam explained patiently. “Only given to you when your body is highly aroused and capable of handling it. And we only give you what you need. Because we aren’t sadists or masochists either.”

  Theirs had not been the only scene in that particular staging area. Next to the now-empty steel frame, a plus-sized woman was bent forward at the waist, her head and shackled hands thrust through holes in an old-fashioned stockade that was padlocked on both sides. Her large ass, a bright, mottled red, rose high in the air. Her Master, a much smaller man, was busy paddling that ass with a long, flexible leather paddle. Every loud thwack from him was followed by an equally loud howl from her.

  On the surface, it looked and sounded like abuse, pure and simple. But a closer look told a completely different story. The woman’s face, streaked with tears and black eye makeup, wore the dazed, glassy-eyed expression of the endorphin rush known as subspace. Recognizing the signs and knowing that his sub was no longer capable of making rational choices for herself, the Dom bent over her, speaking to her softly, stroking and pinching her mottled red skin with his hand.

  Evidently satisfied with her responses, he gave her two more swift blows, the hardest two yet, then dropped the paddle. Sobbing softly, she let her head drop forward while her Master moved to stand behind her. Kneading and squeezing her generous flesh, he stroked the heat from his punishing blows more deeply into her skin.

  “Just look at that big, beautiful ass,” he said admiringly, “looking exactly the way I like it, hot and red and begging to be fucked.” Sliding his hand through her slit, he brought it back coated with her abundant juices, rimming her puckered anus with the tips of his fingers. He repeated this several times. Then, without any warning, he shoved his index finger deep into her opening, thrusting in and out before adding a second, then a third finger.

  Unbuckling his belt, he lowered the zipper of his leather pants to free his thick cock. “Arch that back, girl. I’m gonna fuck this ass.” Grabbing her hip with one hand and his cock with the other, he fitted the head to her gaping hole. “Do not come until I say so, clear?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Then, placing both hands on her wide hips, he drove into her. A shriek left her throat, followed by grunts of satisfaction as he pistoned in and out of her ass, until his face tightened in a grimace of ecstasy. Throwing back his head, he managed to grunt, “Come, sub,” in a strangled voice as he pumped his seed into her back passage. The woman obeyed his command with a scream that scoured her throat as a gigantic climax heaved through her equally gigantic body. When the aftershocks had dissipated, the Dom rushed around the front of the stocks and unlocked the padlocks, freeing his sobbing submissive.

  Once again, the gathered crowd applauded and started to move on to the next exhibition. Sarah turned her head to look up at Jesse.

  “What, sugar?”

  “I thought places like this required the use of condoms.”

  “The only people here tonight are in long-term committed relationships. For gatherin’s like this the condom rule is usually waived.”

  “Are you sure these aren’t professional porn actors?”

  Adam chuckled. “No, sweet pea,” he answered. “They’re just people who enjoy their sexuality without being shackled by convention. If you think about it, you’ll realize that none of the people whose scenes you just witnessed were even aware that they had an audience. They were focused solely on each other, and that’s the way it will be with us if you’re brave enough to try it.”

  Jesse gazed down at her upturned face, taking in the uncertainty of her expression. “It’s okay, baby. We can end our evenin’ in a private room if that’s what you decide. You’ll still have the time of your life, if you want it.”

  She just gave them a shaky grin. “Oh, I insist on it. And soon, please. I’m leaking enough moisture to nautically qualify as an inlet.”

  Jesse grinned back. “We know, baby. We can smell you. And you smell…delicious. We can hardly wait to eat that beautiful pussy.”

  His words sent goose bumps shivering up her spine.

  “Are you ready now?” Adam asked. “If you are, we could see what’s available.”

  “No, no, I–I think I want to see more. It’s—I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

  The next room featured two men, one wearing only black jeans and a black leather jacket dripping with chains. His two-day growth of beard, thick black mustache, and mirrored aviators gave him a rough, biker look. The jacket hung open to reveal a broad chest covered with crisp, black hairs. The uncircumcised erection jutting forth from the unzipped crotch of his jeans was dark red with engorged blood.

  The naked man had no hair anywhere on his body, which was covered with a sinuous all-over tattoo full of swirling curves and sharp, dagger-like points that had a primitive, almost tribal look to it. He hung upside down, suspended from the ceiling by his ankles. Rough hemp ropes tied his arms, legs, and torso to a chain link fence. He was positioned high enough on the fence so that his erect cock was at the same level as his Master’s mouth and his Master’s cock was level with his mouth. A vertical sixty-nine.

  Holy Moley!

  Sarah watched in fascination as the standing man fisted his slave’s cock and began tugging on it as if he were milking a cow. The naked man let out a groan.

  “Silence, slave, or I’ll silence you,” the man growled, leaning against the fence with one hand while circling just the thumb and index finger of his other hand around his slave’s cock and jerking downward, releasing and repeating over and over, as his slave squirmed and struggled to follow the impossible order. His cock swelled and thickened under his Master’s assault. His mouth opened to let out a scream, and that was when the Dom slammed his cock deep into his captive slave’s throat.

  “Yes,” the man groaned, shoving his groin against his sub’s upside-down face as he tilted his head to swipe his tongue up the length of the angry red cock he was holding. “Yes, yes, yes. Suck my cock, slave. Make me come.”

  He pulled his hips back slightly, allowing his sub to suck in a quick, choking breath, then drove back in deep. He pulled out again, a little farther this time. Grabbing his slave’s cock
and yanking it upward to straighten it, he fitted his mouth to the shiny red head, sucking on it as if sucking liquid through a straw, while palpating it with his tongue. With an audible groan, he shoved his mouth downward, consuming the cock whole. As he pulled his head back, he propelled his hips forward, setting up an alternating rhythm of fucking and sucking.

  When his hip movements became jerky and erratic, he released his partner’s cock with a loud slurp and began rapidly fisting him with his hand, while continuing to piston his own cock rapidly in and out of the slave’s mouth. With a hoarse cry, he went rigid, emptying himself down his partner’s throat even as the other man’s cum splatted into his open mouth. But he didn’t swallow. He just held it in his mouth for several long minutes, as he continued gently thrusting his cock into the slave’s open mouth, prolonging the pleasure of his orgasm for as long as possible.

  Then he pulled free and hunkered down in front of the upside-down man. He snapped his fingers and the man opened his mouth. The Master leaned forward as if to kiss him. But instead of giving him a kiss, he just opened his mouth, allowing the cum he’d been holding to dribble into the other man’s mouth. “Swallow every drop,” he warned as he straightened and walked away, shoving his still-semi-hard cock back behind his zipper. He bounced up and down a couple of times to adjust himself, then zipped the zipper back up before stalking off through the crowd and disappearing. Club employees freed the hanging man, lowering him to the floor and assisting him over to one of the sofas. Since he was shivering uncontrollably, they wrapped a blanket around him and left him alone to recover as they cleaned and disinfected the area.

  It was all Sarah could do not to go over and pull the suffering man into her arms to comfort him. She didn’t even realize that she’d taken a step forward to do just that until Jesse’s hand around her upper arm pulled her up short. She glanced at the hand holding her, then up at Jesse, who shook his head. “Some Masters aren’t real big on aftercare,” was all he said.

  She just ducked her head, biting her lip, sneaking sideways glances at the forlorn figure on the couch as Jesse and Adam led her away. And as they walked toward the next public area, a thought struck her. No, not just a thought, an epiphany! An epiphany that stopped her dead in her tracks. She gasped and her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she looked down at herself. At the four-inch stilettos on her feet, the fishnet stockings covering her legs, her bare belly and mound, her breasts with their rouged nipples prominently displayed.

  She had completely forgotten that she was nearly naked! Even being pulled along by twin leashes had ceased to bother her! These people didn’t disdain her or judge her for what she wore or how she looked. They appreciated all of that. They didn’t scorn her or condemn her for her choices in life. They celebrated those choices.

  The instant Jesse and Adam turned to see why she’d stopped so abruptly, they knew. Their faces broke out in broad smiles as they wrapped their hands around the slack in the leashes to pull themselves slowly toward her. “I think our little sub is ready to experience her liberation,” Adam murmured, bending forward to place a gentle kiss to her lips.

  “I’ll go see what’s available,” Jesse said, dropping his leash and walking over to a burly man wearing a black band around his upper arm with the letters DM in bright yellow. After a brief consultation Jesse returned with a smile on his face. “The exam room is open. It’ll be perfect for what we have in mind.”

  The exam room? Sarah wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that, but knew better than to ask.

  Jesse picked up the dangling leash. “Come, Sunny,” he said as he and Adam shouldered their duffel bags and led her away.

  The exam room was exactly what it sounded like, a room set up like an examination room in any doctor’s office, only larger. In the corner was a standard laminated kitchen counter containing a sink with cabinets above it and a refrigerator beside it. A massage table was pushed against the back wall. On the left-hand wall there were a couple of upholstered chairs with a coffee table between them and two rolling metal stools. In the middle of the room stood the usual padded exam table with the paper strip down the center and a step-up at the end. All very ordinary.

  Except…no ordinary doctor’s exam room had hooks and chains hanging from the ceiling. No ordinary massage table had cuffs attached to the corners and straps dangling from the sides. And no ordinary exam table had the kind of stirrups on steroids this one had, with shaped metal supports not just for the feet but for the entire legs from the knees down. With leather straps to keep those legs in place.

  The good thing about this room was that it was not an open space like the exhibition areas they’d just left. It was an actual room with four walls and a door that could be closed. The bad thing about it was the wall containing the door also contained a huge mirror that ran the entire length of the wall. And somehow, instinctively, she knew that it was a two-way mirror. That behind it was a long, narrow room with a row of chairs up front and enough standing room behind to accommodate a large viewing audience.

  Holy Moley! She gulped. Juice gushed from her pussy as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, barely able to contain her trepidation. Swamped with a confusing mix of churning anxiety and soaring exhilaration, she simply stood there, just inside the entrance, looking around.

  “Present, Sarah.”

  As she assumed the submissive posture, Jesse and Adam let go of her leashes, dropped their large duffels into the two chairs, and unzipped them. Adam began pulling out bundles of coiled rope, laying them out neatly on the coffee table, grouping them according to the colors of tape wrapped around the knotted ends. Jesse pulled out a Hitachi vibrator, like the one Masters Jake and Z had used on Belinda, carried it over to the exam table, and plugged it in. Then he removed a glass anal plug and a glass penis-shaped dildo, which he walked over to the fridge. Holy Moley!

  Zipping his duffel closed, Adam went over to the wooden chair, pulled it away from the exam table, and sat down in it, patting his thigh. “Come, Sunny, first things first. I believe you have a punishment coming to you.”

  This is it! I’m going to be spanked, trussed up like a Christmas goose, stuffed full of cold, glass toys, and forced to orgasm! And everyone in the club is going to watch!

  Walking over to him, she stood on his right side and bent over his lap, placing her fingertips on the floor to keep from falling on her head. Her breasts dangled freely, the strawberry-red nipples pointing toward the floor. Her tiptoes on the floor kept her from sliding off his lap. “Cross your wrists at the small of your back.” As she did so, he grabbed both wrists with his left hand, positioning his forearm along her spine to hold her securely in position. “Spread your legs, sweet pea,” he said in a low voice. She spread her legs, and he hooked his right leg around her left one, further anchoring her to him and adding to her feeling of security. “Love this ass,” he murmured, stroking her satin-smooth skin, tapping her flesh lightly to stimulate blood flow to the surface capillaries. “Love the sub it’s attached to. How many, angel?”

  Huh? “Um…”

  “Um is not an answer. How many strokes have you earned?”

  “Um, five? Master.”

  “Fifteen,” he corrected her sternly. “Plus five for your hesitation. That’s twenty in all. Count. If you miss one, we’ll start over. And don’t forget to thank me for each one. Punishment is, after all, solely for your benefit, a tool we use to help you become a better sub. Clear?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He continued the tapping motion all over her ass, down the backs of her thighs, warming her skin. Then, smack! He struck her sharply on her left ass cheek.

  “Ow-w-w! One. Master.”

  “I didn’t hear a ‘thank you,’” he said in that stern Dom voice that always sent her arousal soaring. “Let’s try again.” Smack! This time the slap came on her right ass cheek.

  “One, thank you, Master!”

  “Better.” He smacked the same spot again, only harder.

  “T
wo, thank you, Master!”

  It seemed to take forever to get to twenty. By the time he gave her the last hard swat, her ass was bright red and the heat from her skin had both her tears and her pussy juices gushing like mountain springs.

  “T–twenty,” she sobbed, her cheeks wet with tears, “th–thank you, Master.”

  “You’re entirely welcome, angel. Your ass looks so beautiful. Did I mention how much I love your ass?”

  “Y–yes, Master.”

  Grabbing her by the upper arms, he levered her up to stand beside him, sliding his hands down to grip her hips until she had stopped wobbling enough to stand on her own. Then he moved her around to stand in front of him, between his legs. This placed her breasts at the same level as his face, so he transferred one of the hands from her hip to her breast, lifting it to his lips, drawing the rouged nipple into his warm, moist mouth.

  A shuddering moan left her throat as he began to suckle, gently at first, then harder, whipping his tongue back and forth across her tight nipple like a flail, making her hunch her shoulders forward in an agony of pleasure. She sucked in her breath as Jesse came up behind her and began kneading and caressing her ass. The combined heat from her spanking and his hands soaked into her flesh, nearly scalding her.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Y–yes, Sir.”

  “Would you like more?”

  “Yes, please, Sir.”

  Releasing her strawberry-flavored nipple with a slurp, Adam moved her aside and stood up. The love she saw reflected in the deep sapphire of his eyes made her breath hitch. “Later, angel. Right now, I’m going to wrap you in my ropes.”

  As he left her side to go retrieve one of his rope bundles, Jesse put his arms around her from behind and pulled her against him, placing his lips against the top of her head. Then he turned her around to face him, studying her wide-eyed, slightly dazed expression, sliding his fingers through the silk of her hair, lifting it away from her head and pulling it to his nose, inhaling appreciatively. “Christ, sugar, you smell so good.” He tightened his grip, tugging slightly on her scalp. “You okay?” he asked as she turned her head into his hand and kissed his palm. “You still good with this?”