Where was Diego? Were these Jaymes’s men? Had they found out what had happened?
“Diego! If you’ve hurt him… Damn you! Let me go! ¡Cabrón!” She started to cuss in Spanish, twisting and turning. The man holding her was powerful, his chest massive. He threw her on the bed, face down. She kicked up her legs, hoping to come into contact with his balls.
He sidestepped the kick gracefully, never muttering a word of pain when her foot connected with his shin.
When handcuffs fastened around her wrists, she screamed again, the scream growing louder as the hood was pulled from her head.
Hot breath spread over her neck as the man leaned forward.
“Hi, there. I missed you.” Diego kissed her neck, then stood. “Oh, yummy. Such a tasty little subbie.”
“You, you…beso mi culo, un pinche cabrón! Let me go. You scared the shit out me!”
“Kiss your ass, huh? OK.” He pulled up her skirt, then tugged on her panties. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room and Sorcha screamed, and started to laugh.
“Stop that!” Her laughter turned into moans as Diego’s lips began to roam over her ass cheeks. He parted her buttocks and pushed at her rosette, inserting his thumb and turning her moans into loud groans. He started to move it back and forth, propelling the little digit in and out of her as she wiggled under him.
He bit her ass just hard enough for it to burn and she cried out.
“Don’t you ever call me a fucking asshole again? Understand?” He slapped her ass above the bite and she whimpered.
“Yes, please!”
“Please what?”
“Let me free.”
“You should know better than that. By the way, Ward told me what you did. He’s royally pissed because you made him dance through hoops, then changed your mind. I’m very proud of you, baby.”
He continued to fuck her with his thumb, his other fingers trailing down to her now wet pussy. He continued to kiss her ass cheeks, his teeth grazing over her skin, sometimes gently, sometimes not.
“Wanna go to Tygers tonight?”
“Um.” His fingers probed for entrance in her pussy as his thumb continued to plunder her ass.
“Do you? I have some new rope, and I already reserved one of the observation rooms, so everyone can watch me tie my new subbie. Unless you want me to tie someone else. Do you want to play tonight, or not?”
“Master. Please.” His fingers were moving faster. The adrenaline rush she had from his “abduction” still coursed through her veins, and had turned into a powerful need. “Fuck me.”
“Answer me!”
“Yes. Yes. Please, anything, just, oh lord, Diego! Please fuck me!”
She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers. “Don’t leave me like this.”
“I thought you were mad at me?” He threw himself on her body, pushing her down into the bed. “Beg for my cock.”
He pumped himself against her harder and harder. The sensations were overwhelming. She wanted his cock everywhere, in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. If possible, all at the same time.
“Please, Diego, I need your cock, please give it to me.”
“Louder! Beg me!”
He moved onto his knees and she heard his zipper come down as she repeated her words. She tried to lift up to give him better access, but he pushed her down on the bed.
“Louder. Scream it. Let the neighbors know I’m in here fucking you.”
“Diego!” The words tore from her mouth. “Give me you cock. Please!”
Her loud groan filled the room as he drove into her pussy. “Like that, huh? Do you like that?”
“Yes! Oh yes!” He bent her more, then got up on his haunches, driving himself into her wetness over and over. He straddled her with one leg on either side of her hips, pumping harder and harder inside her. The ring stroked her G-spot over and over and Sorcha’s insides turned to melted goo. His strokes were relentless, hard, and powerful, and Sorcha reveled in it, just as she had the day he’d taken her in the park, just as she had the day he’d claimed her ass so masterfully in the motel room, just as she did every time he touched her.
“Diego. Please. I. Master.” Even though she couldn’t make a coherent sentence, he knew what she wanted, knew she had to come.
“Yes. Now.” Her muscles contracted as the ring hit her G-spot again and Sorcha sailed toward the stars. Diego’s strangled, “oh fuck” let her know that her tightening walls had pushed him over the edge, too. She felt his warm seed inside her and she briefly panicked, then decided that it was too late to worry about it, so she relaxed into the bed and enjoyed his final hard thrusts.
He collapsed on top of her and kissed her shoulder. “Baby. Did I hurt you?”
“No. Oh, that was so, um…”
“Unexpected?”
She laughed. “Yes. That’s one way of putting it. That was incredible.”
“Stay there. I’ll go and get the key.” He stood up and muttered an oath. “Baby, I’m sorry. I forgot the condom.”
She heard him walk to the dresser, then felt the bed dip under his weight.
“Heat of the moment and all that,” she said softly as he unlocked the cuffs. “I know you’re not diseased.”
“That’s not what I’m worried about. The men in my family are very fertile.”
“So, you’re going to kick me out if I get pregnant?”
“No, just the opposite. It will curtail my bondage activities for a bit, but I could see you rounded with my baby, very easily.”
Her eyes widened as he lay beside her, pulling her close to him. “Did I scare you?”
“A little. In more ways than one.”
He kissed her shoulder. “My Sorcha. All mine.”
She rubbed her wrists then turned her head for his kiss. He claimed her lips gently and probed into her mouth, flicking his tongue over hers until she groaned with delight.
“Let’s eat and rest before we go to Tygers.” He stood and walked to the doorway, unconscious of the fact that his cock was still out of his pants. “Oh and by the way, I quit my job today.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Could we talk about the no job thing?” Sorcha sat in the car, her seatbelt still fastened. She was wearing the same outfit she’d worn in the car on the way to the cabin, short leather skirt, halter top, and thigh high boots. Diego had just pulled the truck into the Tygers parking lot. He pulled his door closed and caressed her face.
“Baby. It’s gonna be fine.”
“No, Diego, it’s not. I’ve been without a job for the last two years. Two years. You can’t hardly find one, trust me. And it sucks. It really sucks. Can’t you tell them you’ve reconsidered?”
“Do you like me any less, now that I’m unemployed?”
“No. That’s not the point.”
“I had to give a month’s notice, so I still have four weeks’ worth of work, and four weeks’ worth of pay. Plus, I have vacation time I’ll be paid for, and lots of other technical stuff. We’ll be fine. Plus, some friends of mine and I have been kicking around the idea of a detective agency. Still cop work, kind of, yet we’d be our own bosses. You have to trust me on this. It’s going to be good. And you can work for us.”
“As what? I’m not a detective.”
“You’re a good investigative reporter, though.” He kissed her nose.
“As long as you don’t think I’m a lap dog to do nothing more than track down files and stuff like that, we’re all right.”
“We’re all right. Now, let’s go play.” They exited the truck and he took rope from the back of the cab. She noticed it was purple, just like the one he’d used on her at the cabin.
“Been to Colorado lately?” They walked toward Tygers and he stopped and fingered the green choker around her neck. A smaller chain-mail choker lay just under it.
“No, it was shipped to me. Along with some red rope, and some light blue rope. All of which will go perfectly with your cocoa skin.”
When they rea
ched the door, Chess opened it.
“Master Diego. Subbie Sorcha. Welcome.”
“Thank you, subbie Chess. How’s it going?”
“Fine, thank you, Sir.”
When they were inside the main foyer, Sorcha stopped. “I’m nervous.”
“Why?”
“This is the first time I’ve been back since, um, you know.”
Diego laughed. “Don’t worry. Ty’s not going to punish you. He left that up to me. He might give you a stern talking to, but he won’t do it in front of others. No one knows of the incident, except us.”
She blushed furiously and he gave her an evil grin. They deposited their coats and he attached a leash to her collar. They walked quickly through the main room and into the private area. Sorcha was glad that she’d learned how to walk in the heels.
Tygers was hopping tonight. The public room was full, as was the members’ area. Diego stopped inside and scanned the room, then headed toward a table in the back. She recognized Eric and Angel sitting with several people she didn’t know.
Diego sat down uninvited and pulled Sorcha down onto his lap. “You know Eric and his Angel. This is Lake and his Lucy, and you are…?”
“Marcy. I’m a friend of Lucy’s. We own the Vines that Bind Us.”
“Nice to meet you, Marcy. I’m Diego and this is my Sorcha.” Her heart soared at his words, which spilled so easily from his lips. Not “this is Sorcha,” but “my Sorcha.” She didn’t miss the smug looks that Eric and Lake gave him, as if to say, “Told you so.”
They started making small talk about Lucy and Marcy’s shop, but Sorcha tuned them out. She didn’t want to talk, she wanted to play. She wanted Diego’s hands on her body as he tied knots around her, binding her to him in a physical way, the same way she felt bound to him mentally and emotionally. It was a scary thought, since it had been so long, and her last relationship had ended so abruptly, and with seemingly little feeling on Thomas’ part. She didn’t think she’d have that problem with Diego. He was very physical, yes, but he’d let her in on his emotions, too. The idea made her shiver.
Her pussy was on fire. She didn’t want to sit and chat. She wanted Diego to bind her. Now. She wiggled and frowned when he ignored her. When she wiggled again, he pulled on her leash enough to bring her ear next to his lips.
“Stop that. Or we’ll go home, right now. We play on my timetable, not yours.”
“Yes, my liege. I’m sorry.”
“Discipline, Sorcha. It’s very important. Now sit still.” He took a chip from a basket in the center of the table and fed it to her. She ate quietly as he fed her another, and another. The others were talking, and Sorcha was very aware that Marcy was watching her intently. She’d never met the woman before, and had never seen her in Tygers, and she wondered why the woman was focusing on her. The other women wore skimpy clothing and collars. Reality dawned. Neither Lucy or Angel had leashes attached to their collars. And their Masters weren’t feeding them. Still, she wondered why she was the woman’s center of attention.
“Are you a sub, Marcy?” Sorcha stiffened as Diego’s words echoed the ones running through her mind.
“No.” The woman’s voice was soft.
“She’s curious,” Lake said. “We offered to bring her along tonight, so she could watch and get a feel for things. We’re thinking about introducing her to Ward.”
“Fantastic idea,” Diego said. “I love it. I’d say call him right now, but I know he’s busy with the Jaymes thing.”
Eric nodded, and Marcy sat up straighter.
“Are you going to tie her up? I’m sorry, that sounded rude. It’s just that I’ve heard you’re an expert at bondage and…”
“You wanted to watch?” Diego said.
“Yes.”
Lucy laughed. “Marcy’s a potter, and quite a good artist. She thinks bondage can be seen as art.”
“It can,” Diego said. “Shibari is a definite art. Very sensual and very arousing. That’s the plan for the evening. You’re welcome to watch.”
“Thanks. I also do photography and would love it if you would let me photograph a session sometime.”
Diego nodded. “I like that idea. A lot. We’ll make a plan for it sometime in the near future.”
He patted Sorcha on the thigh and she stood. He led her to observation room number two, and Sorcha’s stomach jumped to see so many people there, waiting to watch. She knew that Diego’s prowess with rope play was legendary, but seeing all these people, most of them she didn’t know, was exciting. She just didn’t know if she was excited in a good way, or a bad way. As if reading her mind, Diego winked at her and led her to the front of the room.
She followed him and stepped out of her clothing, including her boots, at his order. He offered her a pair of stiletto heels and she slipped them on her feet.
“No talking,” he whispered in her ears as he bound her wrists together.
She nodded and followed him to the platform where he attached the rope around her wrists to one hanging from the ceiling. He wound several lengths of rope around her forearms, pushing them close together. When she was secured, he nodded at Ty, who pressed a button that lifted her arms above her head.
He walked around her, studying her body. When he stepped behind her and put his hands on her hips she thought she might come on the spot, with no stimulation. It felt so good to have him touch her.
“Widen your stance, just a little.” She moved her legs apart and took several deep breaths to try and get her excitement under control. He patted her behind, and picked up his first piece of rope.
Sorcha had no idea exactly what he would do; she just knew that when he placed the rope against her skin it was like a soft caress. He wrapped it around her middle, doubling it over and tying knots, tugging and giving her questioning looks from time to time.
The rope centered around her waist, then trailed down between her legs, pulled tight so that the soft hemp rested against her clit. Her already engorged bundle of nerves reacted just as she knew it would. It pulsed with energy, almost demanding to be rubbed, to be allowed completion.
Diego pulled on it once, tucking it behind her so that the binding lay against her rosette. He tied it to the ropes around her waist, and bent to pick up more rope.
He worked steadily, tying knots in various places so that patches of skin were visible. He bound her breasts tightly, with rope above them and below, so that they stood out for all to see. He wound ropes over her shoulder, one of either side of her nipples, pushing them snugly so that the hardened buds were trapped. They looked larger than they ever had before and he tweaked one before attaching the clamps with the bells.
While he worked, Sorcha felt transported. A wonderfully airy feeling took over her body with each turn of the rope, with each feel of Diego’s fingers as he tied the knots. When he was satisfied he stepped back and examined her. She looked at him through lowered lids, her eyes feeling as if she were drugged from the heady feeling of surrender that submitting to Diego’s ropes gave her.
He nodded his approval and held out his hand toward Ty. Sorcha’s heady feelings increased when Ty placed a flogger in Diego’s hand. He gave her a wicked grin, then started to tease her with light strokes, the strands making whispering soft noises as they landed on the ropes and her exposed flesh.
Each stroke was like a caress, and Sorcha thought she would die from sensory overload. He concentrated on her stomach and thighs before whipping the flogger back and forth over her pussy. The strokes drove the rope harder into her clit and Sorcha fought the almost overwhelming sensation to come.
The look he gave her told her he knew exactly what she was feeling. He circled her and began to flog her back and buttocks, increasing the tempo until she wanted to scream in pleasure, wanted to beg him to let her come.
But he’d ordered silence, so she internalized her feelings and concentrated on the fact that she was pleasing him, that he would be happy that she’d done as ordered.
After he’d
made a full circle of her body, bringing the flogger down on all her exposed skin, and on the ropes, he stepped behind her and licked her neck.
“Come, mi jugeute, but do it silently.” The order was soft and he tugged gently on the rope that rubbed her clit. Sorcha went flying, her body tensing up as her orgasm spilled forth. She pulled her lips between her teeth as her body pulsed, wave after wave of pleasure rolling over her. She could hear the tinkling of the bells on her nipples and feel Diego’s hot breath on her neck as he whispered what a good girl she was.
When it had ended she went limp, and was surprised to hear applause. She opened her eyes to focus on the people watching her. She was so wrapped up in submitting to Diego’s ropes that she’d forgotten they were there.
She was too happy to feel anything but extreme pleasure, and too tired to blush. She was vaguely aware of Ty telling them that the show was over, and that it was time for them to move to the main room.
Diego caressed her sides as they moved out of the room. She felt him cut the rope that ran between her legs, releasing the pressure on her clit and anus. She didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or beg for its return.
Ty pressed the button to lower her arms and Diego caught her against his chest. He caressed her as he loosened ropes, not taking them off fully. He lowered her to her knees.
“Head down on the floor.” His lust was obvious as he spoke. She heard the door open and close as she lowered her head to the platform, and she figured Ty had left. Seconds later Diego mounted her, plunging into her wetness with a single hard thrust. He banged in and out of her with a ferocity she’d never felt before, his hands roughly gripping her hips.
Deep, guttural moans left his throat as he plunged back and forth, finally ending in what she knew must have been as powerful an orgasm as what she’d just felt. He stood quickly and she could hear him trying to get his breathing under control.
“Oh, Sorcha. Damn.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I love you, too, my liege.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I like it. It’s in central Albuquerque, which makes it accessible to everyone. Plus, the windows are fantastic. Lots of lighting. Customers who have problems for us to solve will appreciate the light. It will make them feel better.”
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