Bring On the Heat

by Eden Bradley

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  TWELVE

  When Callie got to his house, she noticed the inside door was just slightly ajar. Frowning, she pushed it open. “Jack?”

  “In here.”

  Callie closed the door and turned toward the direction she’d heard Jack’s voice drift from. Walking through the living room, she slowly walked down the hall. She was almost to the end when she stopped short.

  “No way.” There, on the padded table in the middle of the playroom, lay Jack, buck naked and restrained. “How did you—”

  “Ron was here. He restrained me before he left.”

  “B-but why?”

  “Can you come in here? My neck is starting to hurt from straining to see you.” Callie smirked, and Jack said, “I know, topping from the bottom.” Nonetheless she entered the room and stood next to the table, looking down at him. “I’m offering myself to you, for one night. For one night, you can do anything you want. If, after this, you don’t believe that I love you, that I’ll do anything to be with you, I’m not sure what I can say or do to convince you.”

  “I can do anything?” She was understandably skeptical.

  “Anything.”

  “What if I want to plug your ass? Tie off your balls? Clamp your nipples? Paddle you?” Her brain couldn’t wrap itself around this. The whole thing was so surreal.

  Jack sucked in a deep breath, and she was sure he was going to tell her to fuck off, but then he began to speak. “You can do all those things and more if you want, and I promise there won’t be any retribution. You can stripe my entire back with a single tail, and I won’t use it as a basis for the next time I dominate you.”

  Her brow rose. “Should I trust you to keep your word?”

  “This whole thing is about trust, Callie. Right now I’m trusting you. I’m completely vulnerable—believe me, Ron didn’t scrimp on the bondage. I’m not going anywhere until you untie me.”

  Callie bit her lip. Tentatively she lifted her hand and brought it between his legs to cup his balls. Applying just the slightest pressure, she watched his face. It was clearly agony for him, letting her have the control, but he was doing it. Reaching up, she removed one wrist cuff. “What’re you doing?”

  “Freeing you. You’ve made your point. I can’t stand you like this. You’re my Dom; this doesn’t feel right.” She unclipped his other wrist and began to move to his feet, but he grabbed her hand.

  “Callie. I want you to be sure. I want you to trust me and trust in what I say.”

  Callie looked into Sir’s eyes, eyes she loved so much her chest hurt. “I do trust you. If you truly think you can be what I want and need in a partner, then I’m willing to give it a shot. Lora’s gonna kill me…”

  He took her chin in his large hand and leaned toward her, staring at her like he could see into her soul. “Don’t worry about Lora, worry about you and me.”

  “I’m trying. Well, actually, I’m trying not to.”

  “Good girl.” Sir motioned to the ankle restraints. “Do you want these off too? I’ll leave them on if you want me to.”

  “No, take them off.” She backed away, and he unbuckled the cuffs and then swung his legs over the side of the table.

  “So what do you want, Callie? You didn’t want to dominate me, so tell me what you do want.”

  Callie helped him off the table and then stripped herself before sinking to her knees in front of him. “I want to submit to you. I want you to show me who you are and who I am.” Holding out her collar, she added, “Please, Sir.”

  ~ * ~

  On New Year’s Eve, Callie woke up from a late afternoon nap at Sir’s house to find him sitting on the bed, running his hand through her hair and over her face. He smiled at her and said, “Go take a shower. We’re going out for New Year’s.” Callie stretched and watched as his gaze hungrily tracked down her body. “Your clothes for tonight will be on the bed when you get out.” He pointed to the bathroom. “Go, beauty.”

  Callie got up and did as he bade, her mind buzzing with ideas about where Sir could be taking her. She supposed she’d find out soon enough. After exiting the shower, she dried off and then went to survey the items on the bed. There weren’t many of them, which gave her a good idea about where they were going. First she picked up the black-pleated leather miniskirt and stepped into it. It barely covered her ass cheeks. He hadn’t left any panties on the bed, so it looked like she would be going without them, which wasn’t a surprise at all. Then she picked up the only other item on the bed, a leather harness, and, after pulling it over her head, began to fasten the various buckles around her chest and waist.

  Sir came in and examined her critically. “Gorgeous.” Pulling her to him, he kissed her, his tongue snaking into her mouth. His hand found her ass and lifted her into his erection. She moaned, and he pulled away, smirking. “Not just yet, my beauty. Have patience.”

  He’d allowed her to put a coat on over the scant clothing, no doubt in deference to the freezing-cold temperature outside. Jack had even gotten her a pair of killer heels, and she hoped they wouldn’t actually kill her if they had to walk through the snow and ice. They got in the car, which he’d already warmed up, and he drove them to a club downtown that she vaguely remembered.

  There was valet parking, which she was grateful for. Getting arrested for public indecency would definitely put a damper on the evening. Sir attached her leash to the harness, leading her into the club, and after checking their coats, he brought her straight to the stage, never saying a word. She wondered what was in store for her tonight. A quick glance around showed no one else was playing. What was going on?

  Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I made some special arrangements for tonight. It’s time to make your Sir proud, baby.” Reaching down, he pulled her skirt off so she was standing there wearing just the harness. “Kneel, beauty.” She did and winced as a spotlight lit up the area immediately around them, blinding her. Sir bound her hands behind her back and then grabbed her chin, blocking out the light and giving her one of his intense stares. She had to force herself to hold her position and not squirm. Those looks were guaranteed to make her cream. Sir knew that and smiled.

  “Tonight I’m going to exhibit you, to use you as I see fit, because you’re mine to do with as I please.” He gestured to the crowd behind him. “And everyone here is going to watch.” With that, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Her mouth watered as she stared at the long, thick, hard cock she loved so much. Taking her chin in his hand again, he forced her mouth open. “Suck it, beauty. Suck your Sir’s cock, and make all the other masters here jealous that they aren’t the ones on the receiving end of your luscious mouth.”

  She took him inside, and he moved his hand to the back of her head, pushing her down until his cockhead lodged in her throat. He held her there for long seconds, saying, “All the Doms are looking at you, beauty. They’re seeing your lovely ass and your perfect tits and wanting you. They’re watching you swallow me like the dirty little cocksucker you are, and they’re wishing they were me.” He pulled out slowly. “You’re gonna show everybody how you’re my filthy little slut, aren’t you?” Then he slammed back into her mouth. “Suck me good, baby.” Taking hold of her hair, he began to thrust into her mouth with long, quick strokes.

  Moaning around his cock, she kept up suction as best she could with him pistoning in and out. Her pussy clenched as she imagined what she must look like mostly naked, lit by a spotlight, and kneeling before Sir, sucking his cock. He’d never done anything like this before, and it heated every pore in her body. She was truly his—truly submissive to his whims and desires. Callie had never felt so free.

  He growled and sped up, and she heard a murmur all around her. She didn’t know how many people were there, but it sounded like dozens from the noise they were making. Abruptly Sir pulled out and grabbed his cock, jerking it quickly. Cum began to spurt from the head, landing on her face, in her open mouth, and leaving ribbons of white on her bre
asts. He pushed back in and finished, sending more cum down her throat. Then he pulled out again. “Clean me, beauty.” She began to run her tongue over his entire cock from root to tip as the audience clapped its approval like they were at an orchestra concert instead of watching an intense BDSM scene.

  Sir backed away and tucked himself into his jeans again. Callie remained kneeling, since she hadn’t been given permission to sit or stand. Something dropped from the ceiling, and he grabbed it. Then he undid her wrist restraints. “Rise and put your hands over your head.” He then fastened the cuffs to a chain overhead. After spreading her legs, Sir attached a spreader bar to her ankles and then turned her so she was facing the audience. It was difficult to see because of the spotlight, but she gulped when she realized that not only was everyone watching, but there truly were a ton of people—she roughly estimated around a hundred.

  Sir clamped her nipples, and then someone handed him a crop. He walked around in front of her and put the end of the crop underneath her chin. “Show everyone how much you love the pain, beauty.” Drawing back a bit, he rained the crop onto her clamped nipples and cum-covered breasts. She gasped and bit her lip. He stopped and leaned in again. “Don’t do that. Let everyone hear you, or I’ll just make it hurt more.”

  She nodded, and he briefly caressed her face before pushing her until her back was to the audience. Then the crop landed on her back, her ass, and her thighs. Gasping and moaning, Callie begged Sir for the relief only he could give her. She relished the pain, even as the entire back of her body caught fire from the continued blows. Jack spun her again and started in on her pussy using an underhand stroke. Every now and then, he’d go back to her breasts, further punishing them. Tears began to stream down her face and still she begged for more. Again she was rotated, and then Sir concentrated on her ass, burning into it with that evil crop.

  Suddenly the blows stopped. A few seconds later, Callie heard a zipper and after a few suspenseful moments, he grabbed her hips and drove his lubed cock into her ass. “My dirty girl, my filthy slut,” he growled as he fucked her savagely. “My slut—mine!” Gravity was helping him as he pulled her back onto his cock again and again, faster and harder with every stroke. Then he pushed in as far as he could and let out a feral grunt as he emptied his cum into her. Before he was finished, he pulled out, and his cum drizzled down her crack and onto her bright red cheeks. He pushed home one more time as the last of his release flowed, then pulled out again. The audience began to hoot and holler and clap. Apparently they were now at a rock concert.

  The spotlight dimmed. Sir turned her around again and then went into the crowd, speaking with several masters and accepting what looked like congratulations from them. She was still restrained and could only watch as he continued through the assemblage, greeting people and speaking with them. Cum now covered her face, breasts, and ass, drying rapidly in the cooling air. After what seemed like an eternity of watching people gawk at her, Sir came back to the stage. He took off the spreader bar and then the overhead restraints. Helping support her body weight, Jack wrapped her in a blanket and placed her on a love seat on the side of the stage, and after double-checking to make sure she was all right and pressing a bottle of water into her hand, he excused himself to clean up.

  The audience broke up somewhat, but people still stared at her. She could feel their eyes on her, despite focusing on the floor as Sir had taught her. When he returned, he sat on the love seat and guided her to the floor to kneel between his spread legs. Running his hand through her hair just like he had earlier, he said, “You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’re mine. Every man here is jealous as hell right now.”

  Callie smiled and nuzzled his hand. This was what she wanted—for everyone to see her for who and what she really was. She felt truly, blissfully happy for the first time in years.

  Sir unzipped again. “Put me in your mouth, beauty. I want you to suck my cock while I enjoy the shows around me. When the New Year comes, you’ll drink from me to signal the start of a new life for us.” She took him inside her once again, sucking gently. He kept her there on his cock as the other Doms played with their subs. When the clock struck midnight, he came in her willing mouth before pulling her up, clamping his arms around her, and giving her the kiss of her life.

  They left shortly after midnight, and when they arrived at his house, he removed the harness and then bent her over the arm of the couch in the living room. Pushing his cock into her drenched pussy, he fucked her so hard the sofa began to move along the floor. He told her how much he loved her and how hot it had been, having her on display. She strained back against him and reached for her release. “Sir, please, may I come?”

  He reached around and pinched her clit. “Yes, my dirty little cock slut, come for your Sir.” She exploded, seeing spots as her orgasm took over. When her pussy finally stopped contracting, Sir lifted her up, carried her into the bathroom, and washed his cum off her body in the shower with exquisitely gentle hands, such a contrast from just a few hours ago. Then he tucked her into bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, beauty.”

  And she did. She fell into a deep sleep, knowing Jack, her Sir, would keep her safe, no matter what.

  ~ * ~

  AN INDECENT PROPOSITION, PART I

  by Stephanie Julian

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  ONE

  “Do you honestly think she’s going to show up? What woman in her right mind would?”

  “She’ll show. The money will get her here but it’ll be up to you to get her to stay.”

  “Sure. Thanks for laying that all on me.”

  “Hey, you know what happens when women see me. They freak.”

  Keegan Malone set his Seven & Seven aside and rubbed a hand over his aching forehead.

  Why the hell did he allow Erik to get him involved in these damn schemes?

  The fact that they’d been best friends since boarding school probably had something to do with it.

  Erik Riley, second son of the blueblood billionaire Boston Rileys, had always been the one goading Keegan to bigger and better, whether it was pranks or grades or sports. They’d been each other’s perfect foil. Erik had pushed Keegan and Keegan had reined in Erik. Together they’d become unstoppable.

  The world had been theirs to conquer until Erik had been seriously fucked up in that fire three years ago.

  After five reconstructive surgeries, Erik had had enough. Why go through the agony if he’d never look the same? He hadn’t gotten over that yet. Maybe he never would. But this…

  “Don’t you think you’re taking this too far? I know you’ve been infatuated with the girl since the party but why not just introduce yourself in some normal way? You know, call her and ask her to dinner. Or ‘accidentally’ bump into her on the street and introduce yourself. Oh, wait.” He let sarcasm bleed into his words. “You never go out so that won’t work, will it?”

  Erik gave him the finger, using his uninjured left hand. He could do it perfectly well with his right but that hand was scarred from elbow to fingertips.

  “This will work out best for all of us. She needs the money for her mom—”

  “And you have the hots for her so you’ll use the money to get her here and you’ll use me to…”

  “Fuck her so I can watch. Yeah, I will.”

  Sighing, Keegan shook his head.

  He and Erik had shared women for years, since one drunken night at Princeton had ended with them waking up in the same bed with a blissfully sated co-ed between them.

  Afterward, the girl had sung their praises to her friends and a campus legend had been born. They’d never been without willing bed partners.

  They didn’t only work well together in bed. TinMan Biometrics was proof of that. After eight years, they’d taken the company from startup to global player. They had played their roles well and grown the company until
they’d believed there was nothing they couldn’t handle.

  Then Erik had nearly died in the explosion and the world had shifted under their feet.

  That it should’ve been Keegan in the lab at the time of the explosion and subsequent fire probably had a lot to do with the fact that he couldn’t refuse Erik anything.

  Including this incredibly ridiculous scheme.

  When Erik had suggested it, Keegan had laughed in his face. Until he’d realized Erik hadn’t been kidding.

  And you didn’t try very hard to talk him out of it, did you?

  No, he hadn’t. Because when he’d seen Julianne Carter at the cocktail party their company had held for potential clients a month ago, he’d wanted her. Desperately.

  And because of the earpiece he wore to keep in contact with Erik during these events—which Keegan loathed but Erik refused to attend personally—he’d known Erik had noticed her too.

  It’d been the first time in a long time that they’d agreed on a woman. And the first time Erik had shown any interest in a woman since the explosion.

  Keegan hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to her that night but, by the next day, Erik had her entire history.

  And this crazy-ass scheme.

  Keegan had never thought she’d agree. Had expected her to refuse the offer flat out.

  If she had, Keegan would’ve arranged a meeting. Or manipulated one.

  Before the accident, Erik had been the master of the straight-forward approach and Keegan the one who worked behind the scenes. After, their roles had reversed. Neither of them was comfortable in their new world order.

  But this—

  The distant but distinct sound of a car pulling to a stop in front of the house snapped both of them to attention.

  Erik grinned at him, the first time Keegan had seen him smile in—well hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Erik smile.