Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  The Mistress arched, locking her legs around Arthur’s back. Amazing that he didn’t collapse under the pressure. Spiked heels dug into his flesh as she writhed, oblivious to the pain she inflicted. Or was she? She tugged the leash every few seconds, causing Arthur to cry out in turn, his sounds muffled between her thighs.

  “Good boy,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re such a good boy.”

  She might have been talking to a dog, but Arthur’s head bobbed more quickly as he doubled his efforts to satisfy his demanding Mistress.

  Kate touched her thigh surreptitiously, trailing her fingers over her pubic hair. Maybe she could stroke her own clit, get a little relief—

  Suddenly Jake’s hand thrust between her legs.

  “Oh!” Thrown off balance, she leaned back against him, spreading her legs to make room for his teasing fingers. Before she could settle in and find a rhythm, he pulled his hand away, leaving her bereft and aching.

  She almost cried in frustration.

  He nipped her earlobe. “That’s my pussy. It doesn’t come unless I say so.”

  The words thrummed through her head, hardening her nipples. When he finally made her come, she’d come harder than ever before…and she’d prove how much she wanted to please him. That she was the only woman who could please him. That kind of satisfaction was worth the wait. “Yes, Jake.”

  “Oh, yes! Oh, I’m coming.” The Mistress’s massive breasts bounced in all directions as she climaxed, her thighs squeezing Arthur’s head hard, but he didn’t back away. His face stayed mashed against her sex through her orgasm, until she put one spiked heel on his shoulder and shoved him back. He fell to his side next to the chair, whimpering when the leash pulled tight against his still-hard cock. He gasped for breath, his face shiny with wetness.

  “Such a good boy,” the woman murmured, collapsing against the back of the recliner. “I forgive you, my sweet pet.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” Arthur sounded genuinely relieved, as though there had been a chance that she’d continue to punish him even after her climax.

  She gave the leash a gentle tug. “You may come now, bottle boy.”

  Arthur’s cock spurted instantly, even though nothing touched him but the leather harness. Kate wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. He moaned as though the ecstasy was exquisite while semen spilled onto the floor, narrowly missing his leather chaps.

  As Kate watched in amazement, Arthur’s cock twitched and spurted, finally softening enough that the harness went loose. After taking a deep breath, he crawled forward and laid his head on the woman’s fishnet-clad thigh. “Thank you, Mistress. You are so very kind to this disobedient dog.”

  “Of course I am.” She sighed and wove her long fire engine red fingernails through his sandy hair. “I love you, bottle boy.”

  Arthur sighed dreamily, like a teenager with a crush instead of a hard driving prosecutor. “Love you too, Mistress.” He rubbed his cheek adoringly against her knee. The fishnets must be scratching his face terribly, but he smiled like a contented cat. “Love you forever.”

  Kate frowned. Clearly they did love each other, despite their bizarre way of having sex. Although it wasn’t all that different from Jake ordering her to suck him in her office. She’d nearly climaxed from the pleasure of satisfying him.

  Was this how Jake wanted her to behave? How he wanted her to dress? She’d do it…for him. But it might not turn her on.

  Not much.

  Jake took hold of her elbow. “Let’s leave the lovebirds alone and find our own place to play.”

  He led her around the edge of the balcony. Open doorways spaced along the walls led to darkened rooms. The first room was laid out like an unholy dentist’s office, with reclining white examination chairs, bright lamps positioned to shine down on them, and metal rolling carts. One woman lay in a chair with vise-like clamps on her nipples, moaning as a man and woman in white lab coats and masks slowly twisted the handles.

  Ouch. Kate shuddered.

  Jake laughed. “Too clinical.”

  They stepped back out and kept walking.

  Slap.

  The sound was unmistakable, heard even over the thudding music filtering up from the main floor.

  Slap.

  “No, Master, don’t!”

  Slap.

  Jake grinned down at her. “That sounds promising.”

  He wrapped an arm around her back, holding her tight as though she might escape and bolt down the stairs. Did he think she was a coward? She pulled her shoulders back and forced a smile.

  In the next room, lights set into the floor shone up onto walls painted like a gigantic erector set, covered with abstract images of black and gray scaffolding. It looked like a painting of the undersides of a bunch of bridges, all jumbled together. Thick poles and waist-high metal bars were bolted into the floor; metal rings and straps hung from the ceiling. If not for the ropes and chains draped over them, it might have been a futuristic children’s playground.

  A young woman with neon red hair stood with her wrists tied, arms wrapped around one of the vertical poles. The hem of her plaid skirt was lifted up in back and tucked into the waistband, her panties pulled down to her knees. Plaid skirt, white blouse, navy knee socks—a Catholic school uniform. Her hair was even in pigtails, and her shoes were patent leather Mary Janes.

  The man standing behind her wore a tweed jacket and trousers with a bow tie over his white collared shirt. As Kate watched, he swung a wooden paddle and swatted his “student’s” bare bottom with a hard smack, making her beribboned pigtails bounce.

  “No more, Master,” she pleaded. “I won’t ever cheat on a test again. I promise.” Her high-pitched voice sounded like a young girl’s, but she looked old enough to be in her late twenties.

  The “teacher” said nothing, merely swatted her again. Over and over again. Even in the dimly lit room, Kate saw the young woman’s ass grow red. The sight made her mouth water.

  Jake pulled her close. “Does watching a spanking make you as hot as getting one yourself?”

  Not quite. “No.”

  He pinched her breast. “Uh-huh. Then why is your nipple so hard?”

  The touch sent a zing of need to her sex. If he didn’t make her climax soon, she’d scream. “I’m not a naïve little virgin, Jake. I’ve seen worse at the Folsom Street Fair.”

  He snorted. “Sure you have.”

  When he pulled her into the room, she didn’t resist. The other couple were far too involved in their own game to pay attention. Jake took her to the middle of the room and stood her between two poles.

  His face was dark. Challenging. “Were you naked at the Folsom Street Fair?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. Then this will be a first for you.” Without another word, he pulled her skirt down. “Kick it off.”

  She did, barely able to stand on her wobbling knees. “May I take my shoes off, Jake?”

  He ran his hands over her ass, so lightly that she shivered under his tickling fingers. “Sure, go ahead.”

  Putting one hand on his shoulder for balance, she stepped out of her heels. The floor was cool, some kind of smooth rubberized carpet. Thank goodness it didn’t feel sticky or dirty.

  When she boldly pulled her jacket from her shoulders, Jake’s eyes widened. But he nodded once, as though he wasn’t surprised. “Now the shirt.”

  Without her thin shirt, she’d be completely naked. But as long as Jake was here, nothing bad could happen. He’d keep all the weirdos away from her. This was just like a fantasy—a fantasy they were living out in real life, in a safe place.

  She grasped the bottom of her camisole and pulled it overhead in one quick motion, letting it fall behind her as she pushed her breasts toward him. When she saw the stupefied look on his face, pride made her stand tall, head high.

  His gaze stayed on her breasts like a man possessed. After a long moment, he raised her hands overhead until she touched two cold metal rings sus
pended from the ceiling. “Remember the safe word?”

  Alcatraz. As if she could forget it. “Yes. But I’ll never use it.”

  He arched an eyebrow skeptically.

  She wrapped her fingers around the rings, letting the cold metal chill her skin and send shivers down her arms. “I swear I won’t. I’ll do anything you want, Jake.”

  Why didn’t he say anything? Didn’t he approve of her submission? She’d finally recognized the futility of arguing with him, but he stood here as silent as one of the posts.

  Nervous tension made her lick her lips. “I’ll…I’ll be anything you want.”

  For some reason that made his expression darken. Her heart beat in her throat when he stepped closer and tied her hands to the rings with the ropes that hung from them. She stood mute, letting him pose and restrain her.

  “So obedient.” His hand slid down her chest, trailing over her breast and ending with a teasing probe into her bellybutton. “Obedience will be rewarded.”

  A rush of heat coursed along her spine, pooling in her sex. That reward couldn’t come fast enough. If he touched her clit for a second, she’d climax.

  He bent and found straps to tie her ankles to the posts, then took a few steps back, studying her seriously. “Wide open and tied. Just the way I like my women.”

  Was that supposed to upset her? He could prod all he wanted, but she wasn’t going to argue with him. She’d be an obedient submissive and revel in his command.

  What had Arthur said to his Mistress? “I hope I please you, Master.” Close enough.

  Jake’s lips softened into a secretive smile, and he cupped her chin in his hand. “That’s good. You’re learning, baby.”

  Before she could answer, he walked behind her. What would he do first? She panted with anticipation.

  “Such a pretty ass,” he murmured. “You’re a beautiful woman. I love seeing you completely naked.” A sharp bite on her earlobe caused her to jump. “At my mercy.”

  She’d been at his mercy since the moment he’d appeared in her office yesterday. The submissive part of her nature had been lying dormant, waiting for Jake Monroe to bring her to life, to show her how fulfilling sex could be.

  Something with a soft, textured surface ran down the curve of her spine. A strip of leather, maybe? When it reached her ass, the eerie caress followed the crack down to her pussy. She squirmed, trying to spread her thighs wider, seeking more contact with the leather.

  Suddenly it was gone.

  Whack!

  The first slap stung her ass with teasing heat. Had he hit her with the leather strap? She whimpered even though it hadn’t hurt much.

  Thwap!

  Definitely the leather. A belt of some sort, judging from the whistling noise right before it made contact with her tender bottom. She moaned and tried to push her rear back, but the ties held her too firmly. She could only stand there helplessly as he spanked her, heating her ass until she closed her eyes and surrendered to the pain. Each slap sent tingles of pleasure to her sex. Her clit throbbed, her vagina wept to be filled. After a minute, tickling wetness dribbled onto her upper thigh.

  Across the room, the other couple had stopped their dirty teacher-student game and turned toward Kate. The man’s trousers were open, and the woman was pumping his cock with one hand while she tweaked her nipple with the other. The yearning in their eyes set Kate’s heart thumping. She thrust her breasts out, putting on a show for them.

  Smack!

  The bite of the strap hit hard, and she cried out. He struck her relentlessly, altering the force and tension, the angle, hitting her low across the back of her thighs one time, high across the top of her ass the next. She lost count, lost track of time, hanging there naked while Jake plied the leather like a pro. The rhythm took on a reassuring cadence, the pain focusing her attention on the sharp, aching needs of her body. She existed only as a woman Jake spanked, a sexual plaything for his mastery. If he told her to climax now, she might come as easily as Arthur had.

  She moaned, straining against the restraints, eager for the pleasure that always followed his tender administration of pain.

  When a mouth pressed onto hers, she gave a start of surprise and opened her eyes to see Jake’s forehead. Mmm. She kissed him back, opening wide to feel his tongue, taste his musky flavor. He probed deep, reaching almost to her throat. Big hands molded her bottom, pulling her torso up to rub against his hard cock. His fingers felt marvelously cool against her hot flesh.

  “You’re mine,” he murmured against her lips.

  Was there any doubt? “All yours.”

  “Use the word,” he demanded.

  She blinked in confusion. “What…what word?”

  When he stepped back, he was scowling. Kate saw a cluster of people behind him, including the schoolgirl and teacher. Had all of these people watched him spank her? Heard her moans? Her face grew almost as warm as her bottom.

  He grinned and touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “My shy little Kate. Who should I share you with first?”

  An idle threat, but the sensual heat in his words made her quiver. “Are you giving me the choice?”

  His laugh was mirthless. “Hardly.”

  Enough of this torture. She closed her eyes. “Make me come, Jake.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do. I run the show, remember?”

  Of all the games he’d played with her, not letting her climax was the only one that felt like cruelty. He’d had her aroused and aching for over an hour. “I can’t take much more of this.”

  He gripped her chin with one hand, and she gazed up into his hard eyes. “You can’t take it? Then use the safe word and end it now. Go back to normal sex.”

  If she used the word, he’d be gone. She knew it. He’d consider it a form of fighting back, of pushing him away, of denying her submissive nature. He’d find another woman to live out all his kinky fantasies with.

  But why did he keep trying to get her to cave in? Was he so sure she couldn’t keep up with him? So eager to drive her away?

  Time to up the ante. She’d show him she could push as many of his buttons as he pushed of hers.

  When she tossed her head, the chains above her wrists clanged. She caught the eye of the “teacher” and smiled coyly. “Hey, professor. My Master won’t satisfy me. Why don’t you give it a try?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jake had never wanted to be part of the Bondage scene. With all the dumb costumes, this could be a kinked-up Halloween party. A guy he knew from Texas used to say, “Big hat, no cattle.” Half of the people in this club had on a big bondage hat, but none of them had the cattle. His need to dominate Kate was fundamental, a primal urge that went way beyond making her wear Catholic schoolgirl costumes and crotchless panties.

  Now she hung here pretending this was a game, that she could choose which man would fuck her first? She didn’t understand the first thing about why he needed her submission.

  He needed her to give him her whole being…to trust him with her body and soul, on the deepest level possible. Thoroughly, completely, totally. How dare she call him Master, then ask another man to get her off? She acted like this was just another kinky fantasy, a scenario she could control. Like Jake was a puppet dancing at the end of her string instead of her Master.

  “Can I, man?”

  The young punk in the cheesy teacher getup stood at his elbow, practically salivating while he looked at Kate, his hard dick hanging out of his open fly.

  Jake’s hand fisted, then relaxed. At least the guy knew to ask her Dom first. That was one of the rules of the scene. “No.”

  When he looked back at Kate, her grin was smug. Damn it. Did she think she could manipulate him so easily? Where was the trust in that? If she trusted him, she wouldn’t feel any need to manipulate him.

  Time to show her his chain wasn’t that easy to yank.

  Teacher boy was walking away, but Jake grabbed his elbow. “What about your schoolgirl? Can she play with my toy?
”

  The guy’s eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas. Watching two subs make out must be high on his list of hot tickets. The girlfriend gasped and went down on one knee, tugging at her partner’s hand. “Can I, Master? I’ll make it good for you.”

  Her Master patted her head and smiled down at her. “Sure, dollface. Go ahead. Knock yourself out.”

  Kate looked shocked, eyes wide and lips parted. Her cheeks had gone pale.

  Jake couldn’t resist the need to touch her. He took her breast in one hand and pinched the nipple.

  She gazed up at him pleadingly. “No, Jake. Please.”

  “It’s all or nothing, Kate.” His voice sounded like he’d been swallowing gravel. “Don’t you get it yet? I own you. You might be able to buy and sell a loser like me a dozen times over, but I own you sexually.”

  And he’d prove it now, once and for all.

  He dropped his hand and turned to the schoolgirl. “Go down on her,” he ordered. “But just tease her. She’s not allowed to come until I say so.”

  Behind him, Kate gasped. He forced himself not to turn. He didn’t want to see her looking at him all wounded. If she wanted to be his lover, she had to know exactly what that meant—total submission to his will.

  When the young woman nodded, her curly pigtails bounced. “Yes, sir.” She fell forward onto her hands and knees, then crawled across the floor to Kate, brushing her cheek against Kate’s knee. Kate seemed to be holding her breath, her lips trembling, her eyes squeezed tight.

  Schoolgirl drew her lips up Kate’s thigh, then delicately licked the edge of her bush. Jake’s cock hardened to painful proportions. The sight of another woman’s face disappearing against his lover’s pussy was unbelievably erotic. Was this woman’s tongue more perceptive? More aware of how to touch and tease a delicate clit? Or was a woman’s mouth just a substitute for a man’s? Did Kate imagine his tongue eating her pussy instead?

  When the sub put a hand between Kate’s legs, his cock pounded with lust. Was she parting Kate’s pussy lips so she could lick her clit? Slipping a finger inside her cunt, where no woman’s hand had ever been before?