Sweet Silence

by Melinda Barron

  Sorcha fingered the choker around her neck and watched Diego circle the room. She hoped her words would make him feel better about the office space they’d found for their as yet unnamed detective agency. She’d quickly nixed The Three Amigos, even though they all thought it was hilarious. His two partners, Walker Bryant and Orlando Gutierrez, were walking from office to office, nodding their heads in approval.

  Sorcha had met Walker before, a tall, powerful man, who was also a Dom. She didn’t know anything about Orlando.

  “Looks good,” Diego said. “We’re meeting at the lawyer’s office at ten tomorrow to sign papers?”

  “Right,” Walker said at the same time Orlando said, “I’ll be there.”

  Sorcha walked toward the back of the office to give them time to talk. She wasn’t part of the partnership, just an employee. She smiled to herself as she realized that she had a job, a real job with a weekly paycheck.

  In the four weeks since Diego had quit his job, they’d found a house in the country, with four bedrooms, one that Diego had already set up with his dungeon equipment. Once the papers were signed and the office space leased, the business would start. Diego anticipated a two-week waiting period in which he intended to use every free minute topping her.

  Which was just fine with her. When Walker and Orlando called good-bye, she came back into the office to wave at them. They opened the door and left at the same time Ward came in, a big grin on his face.

  “I take it the meeting with Jaymes’s attorneys went well.” Diego had a huge grin on his face.

  “It was fantastic,” Ward said. “We got him, and they know it. You know we took the tape recording your cousin gave us to Jaymes’s top guy, Alex Morton, when we arrested him. He denied everything, until we played the tape of Jaymes saying that everything was Alex’s idea. He sang like a bird. We got info to keep Jaymes locked up for years and years to come.”

  “That’s fantastic.” Sorcha clapped her hands. “What happens now?”

  “Trials,” Ward said. “With no chance of a plea bargain. We want to keep him locked up as long as possible. And now, we celebrate. I have a bottle of champagne in the car. I’ll go get it. Be right back.”

  He left quickly and Sorcha turned to Diego. “Champagne?”

  “Sure, you helped bring the big man down.”

  “Tony helped. We need to thank Tony.”

  She couldn’t decipher the look Diego gave her, and when the door opened and she turned toward it, tears filled her eyes.

  “Tony!”

  “Hola, prima.” He held out his arms and she ran to him. “Muchas gracias.”

  She pulled back and wiped her face, then turned to Ward. “Thank you.”

  “Don’t thank me. He was up for parole anyway…well, fairly soon. I just pushed it along a little. He did a good thing and deserves the reward.”

  “Champagne to celebrate, and I want a tour.” Ward handed the bottle to Diego, who peeled back the wrappings over the cork. “There’s no furniture.”

  “Not yet,” Diego said. “But come back in two weeks and this place will be perfect. I promise you.”

  * * * * *

  Sorcha bounced on the seat of the truck, her hands tucked under her legs.

  “If you come, you’ll be in such big trouble.” Diego shook his head as he piloted the car toward Tygers.

  “This is so unfair.”

  “What? Me arousing you and leaving you to hang for an hour or so? I love to watch you squirm. Besides, I’ve waited forever to get to use my new swing, haven’t I? I’ve been patient.”

  “Only because you’ve been so busy getting the business ready.”

  He pulled the truck into Tygers’ parking lot and turned to her.

  “Nervous?”

  “Very.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you come very, very hard beforehand.”

  “Thank you, my liege.”

  “Was that sarcasm I just heard?”

  “No!”

  “I think it was.”

  “It’s just…well, nerves. How many people are coming?”

  “I invited about twenty. There might be more if Ty wants people to watch. It is mostly his club now, since two more owners sold out to him. Now it’s him and Sasha.”

  She shook her head in frustration. “It just seems like this should be private.”

  “And I want it public.” He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Master Diego. I belong to you.”

  “That’s right. You’re mine. All mine. Now, let’s go have some fun.”

  They walked toward the door and were greeted by a man Sorcha didn’t know.

  “Where’s Chess?” she whispered into Diego’s ear.

  “Inside, waiting to see the, um, you know. This is subbie Price. He belongs to Mistress Sasha.”

  “Master Diego. Subbie Sorcha.” He opened the door and they walked inside, through the public room, and to the private area where members could play. Without asking, Diego headed up the stairs to the more private rooms. Sorcha knew there was one at the end that was large, where public collaring ceremonies took place. She wondered if it had ever seen an event like Diego had planned for her.

  The room was crowded with people. Sorcha saw Eric and Angel standing with Marcy, Lake, and Lucy. The newlyweds couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She wondered if she and Diego would ever marry. The idea had merit, but she didn’t want to push it. Right now, she was very, very happy going to sleep in his bed every night and waking up in his arms in the morning.

  She felt safe, cared for, and loved, and knew it would always stay that way.

  Diego waved his hand in front of her face. “Earth to Sorcha. Get undressed.”

  She moved to the edge of the room and started to remove her clothing. With each piece, she studied faces, most of them she knew from sight, but didn’t know well.

  She noticed Diego’s new rope swing set up on one side of the room. Blair stood near it, talking to his wife and pointing out its features to several Doms who stood nearby. On the other side of the room was… Sorcha gulped. This was really happening. In front of everyone. She could back out, she knew, but the only thing stopping her was nerves. She wanted to do this for Diego. Truly, she wanted to do it for herself, too, and for them, as a Dom and his sub.

  When she was naked, Diego held out his hand. She took it and they walked to the swing. He’d told her before she was to remain silent, except to do her job if there was a problem.

  He helped her into the swing, setting her ankles into the points fashioned for just that. When she was settled she was spread-eagle, for everyone to see.

  A thrill went through her body as Diego caressed her thighs.

  “I want to thank you all for coming today, as I collar and pierce the subbie I’ve grown to love.”

  Sorcha’s heart leapt in her chest. She knew he loved her, but he’d never used the word before. She felt tears leak from her eyes. It was just like him to do this to her in public, to spring something on her and make her all emotional.

  Diego loved surprises.

  “We’ll do the collaring in the swing, after I bind her, of course, because that’s what I do.” The crowd laughed along with him. “After that, we’ll move to a sturdier table to give her my rings. I will be doing the piercing under the guidance of sweet subbie Destiney, who has been teaching me for the last month, and who we all know is an artist in her own right.”

  Everyone clapped, and Diego stepped in between Sorcha’s spread legs.

  “I love you, my Sorcha,” he whispered to her.

  “I love you, too, Master Diego. Always.”

  A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. “Good. Now let’s make you mine.”

  He picked up a long piece of red rope and moved to her side, doubling it over before he started to wrap it around her body.

  She relaxed into the swing as he worked, the rope crossing this way and that. He would tie it off
in spots and begin with a new piece. Every so often he would stop and tweak her nipples, or tickle her clit, bringing her close, but stopping just short of orgasm.

  When she was fully bound to the swing, he stepped back and gave it a push. It rocked on the hinges that held it to the ceiling and Sorcha bit back panic. It would hold, she knew, and Diego would never do anything to put her in harm’s way.

  He swung the chair again and the feeling of being on an amusement park ride overtook her, part fear, part elation. She was naked, bound to a chair for everyone to see. Bound by her Master.

  “Does mi juguete want to come?” He gave the swing a hard push, then moved to the center of the room and turned to look back at her.

  It rocked back and forth. Sorcha nodded.

  “Beg me. Let’s hear it, Sorcha. Tell your Master how hard you want to come. Tell everyone. Be nasty for us.”

  “Play with my clit.”

  “What? I didn’t hear you.”

  “Play with my clit.” She knew he’d heard that. He teased her bound legs.

  “Louder.”

  “Please, Master, please! Make me come. Pinch my clitty. Play with it. Tease it. Please!”

  “Like this?” He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching the hard bud.

  “Yes, yes, like that. Please! Please let me come!”

  He pinched harder and said softly, “Now.”

  Sorcha’s hips bucked as best they could as she rode out her orgasm. It tore through her like a tornado, making her body tingle with physical pleasure. Along with it came the realization she was being watched. She loved it. Reveled in it. Her Master was right. She was an exhibitionist.

  “Again.” Diego pinched her clit and a second orgasm tore ripped along the same path as the first one. When it was over, Sorcha lay panting and sweating in the chair, Diego’s face right above her.

  “Are you my little slut?” He’d said it for her ears only.

  “Yes, my liege. I’m your little slut.”

  “Good. It may take three weeks for your clit to heal after tonight, but remember, I can still fuck that ass.”

  He stood and walked to a table, picking up a stainless steel collar. The collar had several D-rings placed around it. Hanging from the ring at the front was a large circular tag.

  “Read the tag for our guests,” Diego said after placing the collar near her face.

  “Sorcha, owned by Master Diego as his juguete.”

  “That’s right, my toy. Kiss the collar, Sorcha. Show me you accept my gift of dominance, and in return, give me your gift of submission.”

  The steel was cold against her lips, but Sorcha kissed it, and the tag.

  Diego went behind her and fastened it around her neck, locking it in place and holding up the key for everyone to see.

  “I claim Sorcha as my twenty-four-seven submissive. I promise to love and care for her, to see she comes to no harm. I also promise to use her body at will, for my pleasure, and her own.”

  The crowd laughed and clapped as Sorcha looked up at him.

  “Are you going to pierce me now?”

  “Yup.” He stood staring down at her.

  “Aren’t you going to untie me?”

  “Nope.”

  “But, how?”

  “Silence, Sorcha.”

  He moved to the center of the room. “Now, I know I said we’d be using the table for the piercing. But, I lied. I love to keep my subbie on the edge and wondering about what I’m going to do. She’s never quite sure if things will go as planned, or if I’ll throw a wrench into the scene.”

  Sorcha nodded even as her heart beat just a little faster. What was he up to?

  “There’s something about a bound woman that just makes me nuts. It’s so submissive. So sweet. She trusts me enough to wrap ropes around her body. And that’s how I want to pierce her. While she’s bound.

  “Now, I know a lot of you are wondering about the swing. It’s true the swing isn’t the best place for piercing. So, we’ve borrowed furniture from one of the other rooms. Gentlemen, if you will.”

  Chess and another man got up and walked to the door. Sorcha watched them, and as the man walked she realized it was Dario.

  “Your brother?”

  “Yeah, he wanted to watch.”

  The two men wheeled in a dentist’s chair, setting it under Sorcha’s suspended body. When it was in place, they hooked it to the floor using ropes and pulleys Sorcha hadn’t even noticed were there.

  Diego came up and stroked her cheek. “Everything feeling fine?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Destiney? Are you ready?” The woman moved up next to Sorcha, running her hand down her cheek.

  “Yes, Master Diego. I’m ready to assist you.”

  “Dario. Will you hold the tray for me, please?”

  “Love to.” He took it, and let his gaze roam over Sorcha’s body. “Very nice.”

  “Hey,” Diego hissed under his breath. “Get your own.”

  “I plan to, thank you very much. You can’t put her on display and then get pissed because I say she’s beautiful.”

  “Oh yes, I can. I told you, I don’t share.”

  “I didn’t ask you to. I simply said she was gorgeous.”

  “So now it’s gorgeous? Listen, buddy…”

  “Boys,” Sorcha said softly. “Can we argue later? I’d like to get on with this before I lose my dinner because of nerves.”

  “Estoy apesadumbrado, mi pequeña juguete,” Diego said. “He just makes me mad and needs to have his ass kicked.”

  Dario laughed. “In your dreams, big brother. I’m bigger than you are.”

  “Size isn’t everything.”

  “Oh yeah, well…”

  “Gentlemen.” Destiney’s voice was firm. “The piercings?”

  Diego laughed. “Welcome home, little brother.” He turned to Sorcha. “Ready?”

  “Are you?” She shot him a worried look. “Or would you rather fight with your brother? We do have an audience, remember?”

  “Her first bad behavior as my collared sub. I can hardly wait to punish her.” He picked up an instrument from the tray Dario held.

  Sorcha took deep, calming breaths as Diego and Destiney cleaned her nipples, marked the best spot for piercing, then began the procedure. It stung, but didn’t hurt nearly as bad as she thought it would. When they were done, Diego fastened balls at the end of each circular barbell that now hung from each nipple.

  Sorcha knew the nipple piercings would take a while to heal, and playing with them would be off limits. By contrast, it would take far less time for the clit hood piercing to heal.

  But she was sure it would hurt much more. She was wrong, though. There was only a slight jolt to her body when Diego pushed the needle through skin of her clit hood. He did it all under Destiney’s watchful eyes. The pain hadn’t been nearly as bad as she’d thought it would be.

  The pain quickly faded when he pushed the jewelry through her skin, attaching the balls, one that rested on her clit and made her groan in pleasure.

  “She likes it already,” Diego said softly. He stood near her face and kissed her gently. “All done.”

  He lifted his brows in question and she nodded. “I’m fine.”

  “You’re beautiful,” he replied. “So beautiful.”

  He straightened and turned to his brother. “Dario, will you help me cut away her bonds?”

  “Of course, mi hermano.”

  The brothers used safety sheers to free her from the ropes and Diego checked her carefully, and made her sit still for a while. Members of the audience came up to admire the piercings, and to say congratulations on the collaring.

  When most of the crowd was gone, Sorcha turned to Diego. “Thank you for my rings. It means a great deal to me that you did them yourself.”

  “Always a pleasure to play with your body, mi juguete. At least the pussy heals faster than the nipples. You’ll be back in the saddle in no time; Destiney says it could be as
little as a week, or as much as six. Depends on how your body reacts.”

  “You mean you’ll be in the saddle. In the form of me.”

  “True. But I’ll give you a really good ride, I promise. Will you ask for me to ride you?”

  “Yes, Master, I will.”

  Their voices were low as people milled around them.

  “Ask me.”

  “I want you to ride me, Master, when I’m healed. Take me everywhere.”

  “You mean go on vacation?” The humor in his voice made her chuckle.

  “No. I mean ride me in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. Especially my ass.”

  “You mean my ass, Sorcha. Because that ass belongs to me, now, just like you do. I own your body, don’t I?”

  “Every inch of it, my liege.”

  He toyed with the tag on the end of her D-ring. “Owned by Master Diego, lock, stock, and barrel.”

  She shivered and he pulled her close.

  “Can I get dressed now?”

  “Not yet. I’m thinking about making you stay this way all night.”

  “But we’re going to the main room. And I’m naked.”

  “That’s right. And you know you love being on display. I know I love it.”

  He picked up a piece of rope from the floor, judged its length, and picked up a shorter one. After tying it to her D-ring he pulled her close.

  “Remember, you’re on display because I, your owner, your Master, want you to be.”

  She nodded.

  “Who do you belong to? Who owns you?’

  “You, Master Diego, my liege. You own me.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Let’s celebrate.” He turned to Dario, Eric and Angel, and Lake and Lucy. “First round’s on me.”

  He led her from the room. Sorcha’s new piercings tingled, and excitement coursed through her as they moved to the main room. Diego was right. She loved every minute of it. She trusted Diego and would follow him to the ends of the earth. With or without a leash.

  THE END

  Melinda Barron

  Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.