by Maggie Nash
As if choreographed and timed to precision, three people attached themselves to her at once. One on each of her breasts, and one on her clit. The triple sensation had her pussy clenching tightly as a small orgasm slipped out. Her breasts were now sucked harder, one of her tormentors biting lightly while the other applied a different technique, using their tongue to flip back and forth over her nipple. Who were these people? Were they men or women? At this point she didn’t care, as long as they didn’t stop!
Another joined the sensual assault, sliding a finger into her pussy while the assault on her clit continued unabated. The only sounds she heard were the moist suckling, and the slick friction of the finger inside her. At some point her mind switched off. It became all about the sensations. Warm, wet and a little bit of pain thrown in, then soothed with gentle kisses and licks. They continued to tease her and draw the experience out. Every time the beginnings of a release surfaced, the crowd seemed to know and eased off, only to start up again until she felt like a combustion engine about to explode. Conal had warned her she would come hard, but she didn’t know if she could take any more of this erotic torture.
“Please.”
At the sound of her voice, everyone released her simultaneously.
“Now is that the proper way to address your Master? Please what?”
“Please, Sir. I need to come in a bad way.”
Conal’s deep laugh echoed through the room. “You’ve certainly been a bad girl so far, but I think you asked nicely enough.”
She gasped as the assault resumed, but this time when she got close again, the intensity increased and she thrashed her head back and forth in an attempt to stop herself from screaming out.
“You may come for us now, fire girl,” Conal whispered, close to her ear. Before she had time to process what that meant her body exploded. Her muscles clenched, giving up on any effort to control the spasms overtaking her.
“Let it go, Enya. You’ve given yourself to us. Your pleasure is our pleasure.”
At his words she released her muscles.
“Holy shit,” she cried out as the floodgates opened and wave after wave of pleasure took over her body. “Thank you, Sir!”
The room erupted in laughter and applause. Like a mother giving birth, she’d lost all embarrassment and smiled dreamily as feeling returned to her limbs. At least she’d entertained them.
The straps holding her in place were quickly removed and she was lifted into a standing position. If Conal hadn’t wrapped his arms around her, she would surely have fallen. She brushed her hair away from her cheeks, touching the wetness from tears she hadn’t even known she’d shed.
“Don’t worry, love. You did well.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips. “No, don’t talk yet.”
He tightened his grip on her body, almost carrying her from the room. She felt herself being lowered onto a soft bed as he removed her mask. The bed moved with his weight as he lay down beside her.
Her eyes opened and closed a few times before she realised it wasn’t her own room.
“Where am I?”
Conal traced his finger over her cheek. “You’re in my room, Enya.”
“But why?”
He shook his head “No talking.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said.
“You did well, but you need me to care for you now.”
Her brain didn’t really take in what he was saying because he wrapped her in his arms and cradled her head against his chest. He continued to speak softly, telling her how proud he was of her and how she’d come a long way. In no time at all she was asleep. Some part of her brain protested that she couldn’t be tired as it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Some time later she woke up to find him still holding her close and planting a kiss on her forehead.
“It’s called aftercare, Enya. It’s what a Dom needs to do to care for his sub after a scene to keep her safe and make sure she’s okay.”
She’d heard of aftercare, but she’d never realised until now what it entailed. Now she knew, she was pretty impressed. If only it could be Conal giving her all the aftercares in the future, but she knew this was just a job to him, and she was his client, not his sub.
“You’re frowning. What’s wrong? You may speak freely. Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt. In fact I feel pretty good.”
“Then why were you frowning?”
She lay back against the soft silk pillow. “I was thinking about what happens after this weekend.”
“And why would that be making you sad?
“I don’t know how I can top this.”
He grinned. “What do you mean?”
She grimaced. Did he really want her to embarrass herself by telling him how she felt?
“I’m not talking about topping from the bottom. More about the quality of the experience.”
He continued to smile at her. “And?”
“You know how it is—once you have Dom Pérignon, cheap champagne won’t cut it.”
He laughed. “You’re worried your next experience with a Dom won’t live up to this weekend?”
She blushed. “I wouldn’t get a swollen head or anything, but that about covers it.”
He pushed himself up on his elbows and took her hand, stroking her palm with his finger. “You realise this weekend is very light BDSM. There are many levels, and what you’ve experienced here would probably come close to the lowest. Some other members of the lifestyle use some very extreme practices that may not be for you.”
She nodded. “That’s one of the things I worry about. What if I can’t find someone who suits me and what I need?”
“In a true D/s relationship the sub has the power. The limits are negotiated at the start and agreed to by both parties. The sub gives freely to their Master, but only as far as they are willing to go. If a Master goes back on that agreement, he will never be allowed in many clubs again. We’re all about staying safe and consensual here.”
He let go of her hand and stood up. “When the time comes I’ll make sure you’re matched up with a Master who will treat you well.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure she would ever be ready for a different Master, but she wasn’t telling him that. She knew his role was to train her, nothing more. However, she couldn’t help wishing she meant just a little more to him than that. It was, of course, wishful thinking on her part, because apparently she was mistaken. He seemed to be very eager to find her another Master.
“That’s very generous of you, Sir, but unnecessary. I’m sure my friend Nicole will be able to help me.”
His gaze narrowed and he spoke softly. “Nevertheless, the offer still stands.”
He reached forward, placed his hands around her wrists and pulled her off the bed to stand next to him. “In the meantime you are not quite finished with your weekend of training.”
That was when she noticed Ione standing just inside the door and frowning at her, which reminded her of all the rules she’d recently broken. She scrambled to kneel down in the posture she’d been taught, bowing her head even as every muscle burned, still not yet recovered from the day’s session. “Yes, Sir.”
He patted her sore behind and headed to the door. “Go with Ione and clean up. I’ll expect you in the dining room and in the correct position in time for lunch.”
She lifted her eyes to thank him, but he’d already left.
Chapter Six
His best friend, Jacob, slapped him on the back and sat next to him on the garden bench as he peered out at the manicured lawn and pristine flower beds of the mansion’s massive garden. “Mate, what’s gotten into you? You’re turning soft.”
Conal’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t shift his gaze. “What are you talking about?”
Jake snorted. “Don’t be a dick, Conal. We can all see you’ve gone easy on her. What’s with that?”
He shrugged. “She’s a complete novice. I don’t want to scare her off.�
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Jake laughed. “We’ve had complete novices here before, and you’ve had fun breaking them in. This is different. So what’s the deal? Did Nicole give you special instructions?”
“No.”
Jake stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing his ankles. He relaxed against the back of the bench with his hands behind his head. “Ah. I see.”
“You’re full of it, Jake. You don’t know shit.”
Jake chuckled. “What’s the big deal? So you want to keep this one? Hence the personal go slow method.”
Conal stood up. “Go fuck yourself.”
The sound of Jake’s laughter as he walked away was unnerving. Did he want to keep her? Maybe he did on some subconscious level. When he’s started Dangerous Liaisons he’d decided that the best policy was not to get involved with the clients. It had worked pretty well so far, and he didn’t want to change his own rules now. It made it easier for him to say goodbye to the subs he trained, and they knew the score from the beginning, so they were quite happy to move on. No messy emotional ties. Strictly business. It was quite simple.
Until now.
There was something about Enya. He would always think of her as that name—all fire. His cock swelled as he remembered her body in the throes of that four-way orgasm.
Fuck, she was gorgeous!
Who was he kidding? Jacob was absolutely right, he wanted her for himself. As if he would be finding her another Master! Fuck the rules. Jacob could take over the training of new subs so he could concentrate on Erica.
She’s mine.
Of course, all this was purely academic, as he had no idea if she’d go for it. She had to come willingly or not at all and he’d make sure she made the right choice. He smiled at a wicked thought that popped into his head. Now he’d decided she was for him, he could show her exactly what he wanted. She’d better be damn ready, because his cock was twitching so much he might shoot his load before they even got started.
When he arrived in the dining room half an hour later he felt more like himself. Cold showers were always painful, and he thanked God he didn’t have to indulge too often, but this time he wanted to be completely in control if the session was going to be as much fun as he hoped. Enya was in for a treat, and he couldn’t wait.
His eyes were drawn to the corner where he knew she’d be, and he wasn’t disappointed. The sun shone through the bay window, its brilliance adding an ethereal quality where she knelt in perfect posture.
Beautiful.
Standing by the door, he observed the others in the room as they watched the little sub, as entranced by her as he. He smiled. They could look, but they wouldn’t be touching. This time she was all his.
His well-trained staff began wheeling in trays laden with the many exotic treats he’d ordered. Enya swayed slightly, but didn’t move as another couple of his staff bustled around the room, shifting tables and chairs. He almost wished she would move, giving him a reason to spank her gorgeous arse, but as he spied her rosy cheeks again, lovely though they were, he recognised that she’d had enough punishment in that area for now. He shifted his weight and moved towards her, noting the blush creeping into her neck as he approached. He inhaled the sweet scent of the soap he’d instructed Ione to use on her. Mixed with a faint odour of sex, the combination was intoxicating. Enya’s pert breasts and rosy nipples stood out, enhanced by her posture, in exactly the way he’d shown her. He was so proud to see her taking his instruction to heart, and it gave him hope that she would be amenable to his plan for after the weekend. For now, though, he had other plans.
“Stand up, Enya.”
He observed her while she stood confidently, like she’d been born to this life, gracefully sitting back onto her heels before pushing herself to the standing position. He silently thanked both Jacob and Ione for their excellent tutelage. She would need that control to keep up with him if she decided to stick around.
He gestured to the round table in front of her. “Sit on the lazy Susan in the middle. You can cross your legs, but face me.”
She raised her eyebrows, but quickly complied, climbing up and getting in position, her crossed legs offering a delectable view of her pussy to anyone who was in the correct line of sight.
One of his staff rolled a trolley laden with numerous plates of food next to the table. He pulled a chair close to the table and sat down. Her eyes were trained on him as he studied her, noting the blush of her skin, her swollen lips and the faint marks around her nipples and breasts that were reminders of this morning’s fun.
Turning away from her, he studied the food, choosing a bowl of juicy strawberries. He held one up to show her. “Are you hungry, fire girl?”
She smiled as she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m starving. I forgot to eat this morning.”
He laughed. Even in submission she kept her wonderful sense of humour. “How silly of you. We’ll have to remedy that,” he said as he held the luscious fruit in front of her mouth. She moved her hand to take it but he pulled back. “Put your hands behind your back. A Master sometimes chooses to feed his sub.” He held it out to her again and waited. When she didn’t immediately open her mouth he teased her lips with the soft fruit until she opened slightly and he shoved it in.
She coughed, and almost spat it out, but one look from him and she changed her mind, chewing until it was gone. He watched as her dainty tongue slipped out, licking the pink juice from her lips. Crossing his legs to cover his erection, he reached for another strawberry, although this time he rubbed it over her pussy lips. She nearly jumped off the table so he nodded to his staff, and two of the male subs in training came over.
“My sub seems to be having trouble staying in position for her lunch. Do you think you could help her?”
The men moved behind her and each one placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her and another under her thigh, spreading her thighs wider.
“Is this sufficient, Master Conal?” one of them asked.
He nodded to them. “Excellent. Hold her still.”
Turning back to Enya he again rubbed her with the strawberry, this time circling her clit and entrance with the cold flesh. She moaned, straining slightly against the restraining hands.
“Relax and enjoy it, fire girl. You’ve earned a reward for this morning,” he said as he placed the fruit into her open mouth.
She moaned, tasting the fruit covered in her own juices, but to her credit, she didn’t flinch.
“How are you doing, Enya? Enjoying your lunch?”
She moaned as he swirled a long slice of melon around her entrance. “I’ll take that as a yes?”
He slid it back and forth several times before withdrawing it. Enya’s eyes were closed and she laid her head back against one of the subs. He couldn’t have that.
“Open your eyes.”
She whipped her head back up, but she struggled to find his face.
“Focus!”
She lifted her shoulders and the men tightened their grip, which forced her breasts to thrust out even farther. She blinked a few times, her eyes widening as he slid the melon in and out of her pussy before taking a bite. “Mmmm…delicious. It tastes like you.”
He continued playing and feeding her until the platter was finished, and her pussy and breasts were covered with juice. He beckoned Ione to join him. When she arrived she produced a packet of wipes, proceeding to clean the sticky mess off Erica’s skin.
He watched, intrigued as Enya closed her eyes and tensed at Ione’s ministrations.
“Have you felt the touch of a woman before this weekend, fire girl?”
She shook her head, trying but failing to stop the moan, as Ione vigorously rubbed against her clit with the wipe. “Um…no. No, S-s-sir.”
He smiled. “What do you think, gentlemen? Do you think she likes it?”
Both of the subs smiled and nodded. “Yes, Master Conal.”
“I concur. I think we should make sure, though, don’t you, Ione?”
His assistant stop
ped her ministrations, her delight clearly showing in her excited smile.
“It would be a pleasure, Master Conal.”
“Then by all means, go ahead.”
Enya groaned as the subs repositioned her, laying her down at the edge of the table with her legs splayed wide over the edge. Ione knelt between her thighs and smoothed her small hands over Enya’s skin, opening her labia with her thumbs. As the small redhead stroked back and forth with what Conal knew, from personal experience, was a very clever tongue, he stood transfixed.
With every twist of her head and squeeze of her eyes, with her every sigh and moan he heard, she let go of another layer and gave of herself. All because he’d commanded it—and that was a powerful thought. Her breathing rate increased at breakneck speed and the moans gained in volume while Ione doubled her efforts, thrusting two fingers inside Enya’s pussy.
“Please…” whispered Enya.
“Remember, you need to be clear,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“Pleeeaase, Sir,” she begged.
“Ione, you can stop now.”
Enya cried out as Ione withdrew. “Nooooooo…”
“I repeat. You need to tell me what you want. A Master can’t see to your needs unless you tell him what they are.”
He smiled to himself, watching her try and fail to bring her legs together to rub against her sensitised clit. His boys were well trained and would never allow it without first having the nod from him.
He slapped her pussy hard and she exploded.
“That’s it, fire girl. Come for me now.”
She came, as he knew she would—and what a beautiful sight it was. Small beads of perspiration covered her body, leaving her skin glowing. All the tiny hairs covering her skin stood on end, as did the tips of her nipples, which were elongated and erect. She thrust herself forward, almost lifting off the table as her strong legs pressed against the boys’ hands while they held her in place.
