Their Famous Dominant

by Nicole Edwards

  “Do you know what those are, sunshine?”

  “Nipple clamps.”

  “Very good. And your nipples are going to look very pretty with them on.” I took the clamps from her hand. “Now offer yourself to me once more.”

  Her hands curled under her small but luscious breasts as she lifted them up, holding them there for my mouth.

  “Sit up straight.”

  Her back straightened as I leaned in and glided my tongue over her left nipple. The rosy tip instantly pebbled. I did the same to the right, watching as it puckered sweetly.

  “Do you like your nipples played with?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You do not have my permission to move, nor can you touch me. But feel free to be as loud as you’d like.”

  I gave in to my own need to feel her smooth skin against my tongue. I sucked her left nipple between my lips, then surrounded her areola and sucked her fully into my mouth. The soft moan that escaped her had my cock longing for freedom. But this wasn’t about me right now. It was about bringing her as much pleasure as I possibly could. And while I knew she would enjoy me fucking her, Clarissa wasn’t quite ready for that.

  But she would be.

  In fact, she would likely be begging for it.

  Troy

  I WASN’T SURE WHAT I’D done to deserve such torture, but clearly Master wanted me to feel the extreme pain as my cock throbbed incessantly.

  I did my best to focus on the papers in front of me, but the truth was, I couldn’t see any of the words. My brain was inundated with the sounds of them playing, the way Clarissa moaned when Master put his mouth on her.

  Looking wasn’t an option, so I forced my head to remain down. I didn’t want to disobey, even if I would’ve given anything to see the way Master’s mouth circled her nipple.

  “Squeeze your tits,” Master instructed. “Show me what you like.”

  God, this was hell.

  Even if I looked, I knew I wouldn’t see anything. Clarissa’s back was to me. I figured Master had done that on purpose, giving her the illusion of privacy. But the sounds she made told me exactly what was happening, how much she was enjoying what Master was doing to her.

  My cock throbbed like a bad tooth. Painfully pressed against the zipper of my jeans. There was no relief in my future and knowing that made it all the more uncomfortable.

  I squinted my eyes shut, then forced them open. I wanted to pay attention to this list, to complete it. Maybe if I did that, Master would allow me to participate.

  “You’re so sweet,” Master whispered. “And so damn responsive. Let’s see how pretty you are with these clamps.”

  Damn it. He was torturing me on purpose, I knew it. He was driving me as insane as he was Clarissa, only without laying a hand on me. I’d never seen this side of him before, but I could tell there was a method to his madness. Although I wasn’t participating, I was still a participant. He wanted me to hear every sensual word, to experience every exquisite second of salacious torture.

  And I was doing fairly well. Or I wanted to believe I was. I hadn’t looked yet, which I considered quite a feat.

  “Now, I want you to lie down, pet. No, shift this way. That’s a good girl.”

  Heaven help me. I was going to go insane.

  “Ah, yes. Now those pretty tits are fully on display. And the clamps look very nice. Do they hurt, sunshine?”

  “Only a little,” she replied. “But not in a bad way.”

  For fuck’s sake. I wasn’t strong enough to resist this. Any second now, I was going to turn my head and look. They were only a few feet away. I could probably reach out and touch Clarissa if I leaned just a little bit.

  “Keep working on your limits, boy. And don’t look up. If you do, you will be punished. And I assure you, you won’t enjoy it.”

  Fucking hell.

  I gripped the pen in my hand tightly, trying to shift my focus from them to the list. There were so many damn things on here, most of which I had no idea what they even were. I mean, what was cosplay?

  “Lift your skirt, pet. I want to see your pussy.”

  My cock jerked, and I inhaled sharply, but I did not look. I didn’t. I knew if I did, I’d probably come in my jeans, so it was best that I didn’t.

  “Would you like me to make you come, sunshine?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Clarissa sounded so calm, so in control. I had no idea how that could be possible. She should’ve been begging. Hell, I was almost begging for her.

  “Why don’t you tell Troy what I’m doing to you, pet.”

  My hand tightened on the pen again and I nearly snapped it in two.

  “You’re touching my clit, circling it with your thumb … mmm.”

  “Do you like when I do that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master. I like when you tease my clit with your thumb… Oh, God!”

  Oh, God was right.

  “Be still. The more you move, the more the clamps will pull.”

  I turned my head and peered out the window. It was the only way I was going to make it through this without losing my shit. They were driving me mad.

  “You’re so wet. When you’re ready to come, pet, I want you to beg me.”

  Clarissa’s moans filled my ears, fueling the flames that were threatening to consume me. I wanted to unbutton my jeans, to grip my cock. I needed something to take the edge off. I hadn’t been this revved up before. Not since I was a desperate, sex-hungry teenager.

  “Master … oh … please, Master. Just … a little … more.” Clarissa whimpered. “Please, Master! Please let me come!”

  “You may come, sunshine. Come all over my hand.”

  Clarissa’s scream bounced through the small cabin and I had to close my eyes to keep from sneaking a peek. I wanted to see what she looked like, how beautiful she was when she came. I didn’t know how I managed, but I didn’t look. Not once.

  I was well aware of Clarissa’s deep breaths as she came down from that sensual high. I scanned the list again, adding a check mark here and there, placing a number where it belonged. I was supposed to be stating on a scale of one to five what I was and was not willing to do and how eager I was to do it. It wasn’t easy. I needed to Google some of this shit.

  “Come here, sunshine.” Master’s voice was soft but rough. He was obviously affected by what had happened. “Thank you, pet.”

  I had no idea what he was thanking her for. She was the one screaming out her orgasm.

  “Now lift your breasts up for me one more time. I’m going to remove the clamps.”

  I reached for my wine and knocked back what was left in my glass. I was damn glad Master had asked for two bottles. Maybe if I drained the other one I’d be able to walk off this plane. Otherwise…

  “Boy?”

  Keeping my eyes fixated on the table, I swallowed hard. “Yes, Master?”

  “What were your instructions?”

  “To look at the paper,” I said, frowning.

  “Did you follow my instructions?”

  “Of course, Master.”

  “At no time did you look up?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Not even to look out the window?”

  This time my head jerked up and my eyes landed on them. Clarissa’s body was concealed from me because she was straddling Master’s thighs.

  “I … uh…” Damn it. I had looked out the window.

  One of Master’s eyebrows raised. He was clearly waiting for me to admit it.

  “Yes,” I said with a sigh. “I looked out the window.”

  He nodded, his eyes narrowing. “Thank you for admitting it.” He pointed toward the doors at the back of the plane. “Now I want you to go kneel in front of my office door until we’re told to return to our seats.”

  Fuck.

  “Yes, Master,” I said as I pushed to my feet. My cock was still hard and Master’s eyes lowered to the front of my jeans, which d
idn’t help in the least.

  “Oh, and boy?”

  I pivoted to look at him.

  “I want you naked.”

  Double fuck.

  “Go,” he said firmly.

  As I began walking toward the back of the plane, undressing as I did, I got the feeling the remainder of the trip was going to be damned uncomfortable.

  THIRTEEN

  Clarissa

  WE WERE IN THE LIMOUSINE that had been waiting for us at the airport when we landed half an hour ago. I had expected Trent to have the driver drop him off at his house and then for Zeke to take me home. Instead, Trent, Troy, Zeke, Tank, Ransom, and I were sitting in the limo outside of Trent’s house and had been for the past few minutes.

  I thought for sure Zeke and Tank would get out as soon as we got back to the house, but they hadn’t. Surprisingly enough, Tank was the perfect dog. He didn’t move from where he sat on the floor between Zeke’s splayed thighs.

  “Invite me over to your house, Clarissa,” Trent commanded, his voice soft as he leaned in closer to me.

  I knew Trent wasn’t making a request, but then again, I didn’t think Trent made a lot of requests. He expected me to submit, to give in to his every command.

  My eyes darted around the interior of the car, my mind far away at my own house, mentally surveying what it looked like.

  I wished I could’ve defied him, told him I didn’t want company. My house wasn’t in shambles, but it was painfully obvious I was packing up to leave. The appearance didn’t bother me as much as the explaining would. No way could I continue to shrug off his questions. Not if I expected him to want to spend time with me.

  Still, I couldn’t refuse him nor could I lie to him.

  I took a deep breath, glanced at Troy, then Ransom and Zeke, before focusing my attention on Trent.

  “Would you like to come to my place, Master?”

  “I would. Thank you.”

  I didn’t move other than to drain what was left of my wine, which we had brought with us from the plane. I’d only had one glass and it wasn’t nearly enough to quiet some of the chaos in my head, but it was better than nothing.

  Trent turned his attention to Troy, who was sitting on the opposite side from us. Before we prepared to land, Trent had excused himself and headed to the back of the plane where Troy had been kneeling for nearly an hour. The two of them had disappeared into one of the rooms, then emerged a short time later, Troy fully dressed and Trent having changed out of his suit and into much more comfortable clothes. The man was no less intimidating wearing jeans and a T-shirt than he was in those immaculate suits he liked.

  “Come here and kneel,” Trent commanded, spreading his legs to give Troy room between them.

  Without an ounce of hesitation, even with the audience, Troy shifted off the seat and went to his knees before Trent.

  A bolt of heat shot through me when Trent’s hand came up and slipped into Troy’s hair. It was such an aggressive move, but I could see the pure lust burning in Troy’s dark eyes. And when Trent’s fingers tangled in Troy’s hair and he tilted his head back, Troy moaned, an extremely sexy sound that had me wanting to look away.

  Only I couldn’t because what was transpiring between them was too hot to ignore.

  Trent’s eyes narrowed as they leveled on Troy’s. “Do you want to submit?”

  “God, yes,” he moaned.

  Trent tugged harder on Troy’s hair. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Master,” he said boldly, holding his gaze.

  “Thank you, boy,” Trent said, but he didn’t loosen his grip. “Tonight, I want you to go through the limit list. I want you to research everything you have questions about.” His eyebrow rose slowly. “And when you retire for the evening, I want you to keep in mind tonight is the last night you’ll be able to jack off without permission. If I were you, I would take advantage of it. Understood?”

  I had seen two men playing before, but I’d never been quite so captivated by it as I was this simple interaction between Trent and Troy.

  “Yes, Master,” Troy hissed, his eyes glassy with desire.

  “Tomorrow morning, I want you in my office by seven o’clock. I know it’s your day off, and what I’m asking for isn’t work related. I expect to find you in my office, kneeling beside my desk. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” Trent released Troy’s hair. “You may turn in for the evening. I will be staying with Clarissa tonight.”

  Staying? As in sleeping in my bed?

  My heart skipped a beat or two.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good night, boy.” Trent’s gaze then shot to Ransom. “You keep him safe.”

  “Of course,” Ransom said with a subtle nod.

  “Good night, Master.” Troy shifted back to the seat and moved closer to the door. “Good night, Clarissa.”

  I smiled over at him. “Good night, Troy. I enjoyed spending the day with you.”

  “I’m looking forward to the next time,” he said, winking before he reached for the door handle.

  “Troy?” Trent called after him.

  “Yes, Master?”

  “The limit list.”

  I smiled when I noticed Troy’s bag sitting on the seat. Apparently, he was too off-centered to focus.

  “Right. Thank you for reminding me, Master.”

  I saw the way Ransom smirked and rolled his eyes before he followed Troy out of the car.

  Once the door closed, Trent hit a button. “Kevin, you can drive us around to the garage. I’ll be leaving for the evening.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  When the car came to a halt a short time later, Zeke and Tank slipped out one side while Trent opened the other door, climbed out, then reached for my hand.

  I took his hand and allowed him to help me to my feet. We were only a few inches apart but my body heated as though we were touching. He leaned in until his mouth was hovering right over mine. I wanted to lick his lips, to taste his kiss.

  Truth was, I’d dreamed about Trent for so long now. Ever since the first time I met him at Devotion. I’d seen him hundreds of times after that, but we hadn’t had any direct contact. Nothing more than a couple of greetings in passing, anyway. Not until he’d kissed me on New Year’s. At that point, my desire for him had been ignited and it had remained a steady burn in my bloodstream ever since.

  However, I knew better than to get my hopes up when it came to him.

  Trent Ramsey was a formidable businessman. Not only was he one of Hollywood’s “It” boys, he was a force to be reckoned with. I had admired him in the beginning, impressed by the way he handled himself, the way he treated others, and the way they treated him. Sure, Luke McCoy liked to give Trent shit all the time, but I knew the man respected him. In fact, everyone respected him.

  Beneath that hard outer layer, Trent was one of the good guys. As a Dom, he was fair yet completely in control. There was no second-guessing with him. He didn’t waffle, didn’t change his mind. However, he was also temporary. He limited his time to subs who were looking for nothing more than playtime. And he rarely took the same sub twice. It was one of the reasons I had kept my distance.

  Now we were about to head back to my place and I knew exactly what I wanted from him. It was the same as what he wanted from me. Only, what I wanted wasn’t temporary, and I feared Trent didn’t know the meaning of anything else.

  “Come on, sunshine.” His arm came around me as he steered me toward a side entrance.

  Once inside the garage, Trent stepped into a small room and returned with a set of keys. A few minutes later, he was helping me into a relatively nondescript—albeit brand-new—Chevy Silverado while Zeke and Tank climbed into the backseat.

  When Trent climbed behind the wheel, he glanced over at me. “There’s a hat and glasses in the glove box. I’ll need those.”

  I opened the glove box, and sure enough, there was a ball cap and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

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p; “I’ll have to do some creative driving, but we’ll get there eventually.”

  “Creative driving?” I asked as he pulled out of the garage and turned toward the driveway that led to the main gate.

  “You’ll see what I mean when we pull out of here.”

  A few minutes later, I knew exactly what he was referring to. The instant the gates closed behind us and we pulled onto the street that bisected the elaborate neighborhood, several sets of headlights lit up behind us. Oddly enough, I hadn’t noticed them the last time Trent had driven me home.

  Then again, Trent hadn’t opted for a disguise that night, so maybe there hadn’t been anyone following us.

  “Are those reporters?”

  “Paparazzi,” he clarified. “They get paid for pictures, not news stories. They follow me everywhere I go.”

  “Did they follow us the other night?” I glanced in the side mirror to see the cars following behind us.

  “One did, but only for a bit.”

  “That has to be a pain in the ass.” I couldn’t imagine having people following me everywhere, trying to catch a glimpse of what I was doing.

  “It is,” he confirmed.

  We drove in silence for a few minutes and I realized almost instantly that Trent was doubling back a few times. It took a while, and he managed to evade at least two of the three cars, but there was still one tailing us.

  “If you don’t mind me asking,” I prompted when the silence became deafening, “what happens when the paparazzi catch a glimpse of you and me together again?”

  “It’s going to make headlines,” he said simply.

  “I was worried you were going to say that.” I watched him as he drove. “And what if they catch a glimpse of you with Troy? I mean, you know, when you’re not technically working.”

  “As much as I try, I can’t stay out of the public eye, pet. They’re going to catch me with one or both of you at some point. Do you know how many times I’ve been in the news?”

  “Probably hundreds,” I answered. “However, you’ve never been with a male submissive.”