by Zara Chase
“And you enjoy being humiliated like that?”
“Honey, it’s not humiliating. It’s totally hot.”
“What about anal sex?” Darcy wrinkled her nose. “I know Ross will expect it, but I’ve never done it, and…well, the idea doesn’t sit comfortably with me.”
“It didn’t with me, either. Now I’m a convert.”
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s uncomfortable the first few times, but Ward got me really turned on. Now I like to have a big vibrator in my cunt while he fucks my ass.”
Darcy widened her eyes. “You do?”
“Oh yeah.” She giggled. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it. They all have toys they use, plugs and stuff, to get you used to the idea. My advice is to keep an open mind. Ross won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. If he does, simply safe word him.”
“Well, thanks.” Darcy drained her glass. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“Will you give it a go?”
Darcy laughed, then leaned forward to impulsively give Tanya a hug. “I don’t think there was ever any serious doubt about that.”
Chapter Nine
When Ross and Ward re-entered the bar, it was at maximum capacity, heaving with customers keen to let off steam after a hard day’s skiing. People three deep waited to be served, the dance floor was packed with gyrating bodies, and there was a line waiting to get into the restaurant. The guys headed for their traditional place at one end of the bar, but there was no sign of Leo, or any of their other buddies. Presumably they’d all been pressed into service somewhere in the establishment.
“Did we used to enjoy this shit?” Ward asked, shouting in Ross’s ear to make himself heard.
“It gets pretty fucking repetitive.” Ross glanced around, wondering when the scene had started to lose its appeal. “I so don’t need this. I should have given Darcy less time, or waited for her upstairs.”
The harassed barman saw them and two bottles of beer magically appeared on the bar in front of them.
“Thanks, Carl.” Ross saluted him with his bottle.
“Ross, I’ve been looking for you all over.”
Shit, he hadn’t seen Fiona pushing through the throng. Darcy mentioning Fiona’s fixation on him made him realize he’d always known about it and had become adept at keeping her at arm’s length. That skill had chosen a damned inconvenient time to dessert him. He couldn’t cope with her right now. “Hey, how you doing?”
“I needed a private word, if you have a moment.”
Ain’t gonna happen. “It’s pretty hard to talk over this racket,” he shouted. “Surely it’ll keep until the morning?”
Fiona pursed her lips. “It’s important, otherwise I wouldn’t bother you.”
Ross had seen that stubborn set to her features too often before to imagine she was going anywhere. All Ross wanted to do was waste a half hour before he could get back with Darcy, and was in no mood for Fiona. He was burning to know if Darcy had meant what she’d said about becoming his sub, or if discussing the bald mechanics with Tanya would frighten her off. He was pushing her too far, too fast. They’d only met that morning, but it felt as though he’d been marking time all his life, waiting for her to appear in it. Seldom had he felt more nervous, more unsure of himself. This really mattered, and yet he’d probably blown it because he was so impatient. Now he had Fiona on his case, and he couldn’t afford to offend her.
With a resigned glance at Ward, Ross placed a hand on Fiona’s shoulder and steered her into the entrance foyer where the noise level wasn’t quite so intense.
“This isn’t very private.” Fiona glanced at the procession of people coming and going, a blast of arctic air wafting through the door each time someone opened it, and hugged her arms around her torso. “Can’t we go to your private lounge for a minute?”
Oh yeah, Ross thought, and join Tanya and Darcy’s discussion. How cozy would that be? Fiona had been angling after an invitation backstage, so to speak, for months now.
“Just tell me,” Ross said impatiently.
“Well, I thought you should know. I ran Darcy’s references, and they don’t check out.”
Ross’s head shot up. “Don’t check out in what respect?”
“The film company she says she worked for. I called them and asked to speak to the guy she supposedly reported to, but they’ve never heard of him.”
Ross shrugged. “Perhaps he moved on.”
“They’ve never heard of Darcy either.” Fiona’s eyes were wide with concern as she touched Ross’s arm. “I thought you should know immediately, so you can find someone else. I saw you talking to her earlier, so I held off telling you then, but—”
“Thanks for telling me, Fiona. I’ll talk to her. Iron it out.”
“She lied to you, Ross.” Fiona glared at him. “You can’t keep her on after that.”
Ross shrugged. “I don’t have a lot of choice. I’m not exactly overrun with applicants.”
“But you can’t trust her.”
“Look, leave it with me, okay?” Ross placed a hand on the small of her back, and turned her toward the bar, indicating the discussion was over.
“Well, I guess you know best, but if I get any more applications come through for the job I’ll let you know.” She paused in the doorway to the noisy bar and sent Ross another intent look. “Don’t let her play you. There’s something about her that’s off, Ross. I sensed it when I first met her, and now I’m sure of it.”
“People lie on their resumes all the time, for all sorts of reasons. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t make it right.”
“You saw her work on the screens in the bar. She’s good at what she does, which is all that really matters.”
“Hmm, she’s obviously got you convinced, but she’ll have a harder time with me.” Fiona’s pinched expression gave way to a grudging smile. “You’re too trusting for your own good, Ross, but fortunately you have me watching your back.”
“I appreciate your concern, but you’re reading more into this than is there.” Ross was curious about Darcy’s past now, and her reasons for lying, but he didn’t give a flying fuck what had brought her to Nevella. All he cared about was keeping her there.
As his sub.
“It didn’t take her long to work a number on you.” Fiona looked away from him, but not before Ross noticed tears in her eyes.
“Don’t sweat it,” he replied casually. “She’s probably just passing through, anyway.”
“I couldn’t get that lucky,” Fiona replied sullenly.
“You obviously don’t like her, but you have to respect her skills. We need her.”
“Hmm.”
Ross finally got rid of Fiona, and rejoined Ward.
“Problem?” Ward shouted.
“Nothing I can’t handle. Come on, let’s get out of here. The girls ought to be done by now.”
Ross left Ward at his door and made his way back to his own room slowly, thinking about what Fiona had just told him. He didn’t care why Darcy had lied on her résumé if she had, but he was curious about her reasons for doing so. Not that he would broach the subject with her—at least not right now. He had more important matters on his mind, like the outcome of her talk with Tanya. He vowed not to try and change her mind if she’d decided the lifestyle wasn’t for her. He just needed to know.
She was already there when he entered his room, looking so damned at home sitting cross-legged on his bed that he briefly closed his eyes, willing her to say yes. Fuck not influencing her! He knew with a certainty that didn’t leave one iota of room for doubt this relationship was supposed to be. He wanted her with an intensity that almost frightened him. His feelings for her were already so deep, so intense, that he would do whatever it took to keep her with him.
Thus resolved, he opened his eyes again and sent her a dazzling smile.
“Hey, how did it go?” He closed the door behind him, and leaned agai
nst it, arms crossed over his chest. He needed to keep distance between them until she gave him her decision, and at least maintain a visage of impartiality. “Did it help at all?”
“Yeah, it was good, I think. Tanya was brutally honest about her activities.” She laughed. “There is such a thing as too much information.”
“Did it deter you?” He held his breath, his gut churning with apprehension.
“Actually, it did precisely the opposite.”
Ross blinked at her, and expelled a relieved sigh. “I’m so glad,” he said softly, his spirits soaring, his anxieties replaced with cleansing relief.
“She made it sound like fun. She even managed to convince me she’s the one in control of her sessions with Ward.”
“In many respects she is. So will you be with me. It’s my job to look after you, explore your boundaries, pushing at them without actually crossing any lines. Most importantly of all, I’m tasked with testing your sensuality and giving you pleasure.” He sighed. “It’s a tough job, but someone has to educate you.”
She looked up at him from beneath the thick fringe of lashes that curled against her cheek, her features appearing especially delicate and susceptible in the dimly lit room. Her haunting, aesthetic beauty overwhelmed Ross with a torrent of protective feelings, filling him with momentary doubts about what he was asking her to do. He pushed them away at the same time as he pushed himself from the door and approached the bed, his need to touch her now transcending everything else.
“Come here,” he said softly.
She gracefully untangled her limbs, stood up and walked into his outstretched arms. Ross closed them possessively around her, pushing Fiona’s doubts about her to the back of his mind. He gathered her hair around one fist, moved it away from her neck and slowly bent his head to kiss her, devouring her lips with a hunger he didn’t think he would ever properly satiate when it came to his desire for Darcy. His feelings for her were so strong they almost frightened him. He had never felt like this before, and had no real idea how to deal with his overloaded emotions. All he did know was that he had to have her again. It was the only way he could think of to adequately express his feelings.
Darcy was still wearing just his T-shirt and her panties, which made her overdressed. He broke the kiss, grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over her head. She helped him by lifting up her arms without being told to. Ross suppressed a chuckle. Persuasion clearly had no place in this relationship, since Darcy was as keen to get it on as he was.
“Talking to Tanya obviously turned you on,” he said, grinning.
“You turn me on.”
He ran a finger lightly down the side of her face. “Is that right?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then I guess we’d best do something about it.” Ross pointed to a corner of the room. “Go and kneel down there on all fours, facing the wall.”
She obeyed him without hesitation, appearing to get a charge out of being ordered around. She looked so damned hot with her tits dangling beneath her, and her cute ass poking up in the air, covered by her inadequate panties, just begging to be spanked. But he wouldn’t lay into her again, much as he would enjoy doing so. She needed time to get used to things, and was probably still sore from the spanking he’d given her earlier. There was plenty of other stuff they could do—a whole host of things he wanted to introduce her to.
“What are you thinking, babe?”
“That this is fun, Master, being here like this, knowing you’re looking at me, and wondering what you’re going to do to me next.”
Ross chuckled. “That’s precisely what I was thinking about myself. I’m also thinking what a pretty picture you’ll make, crouching for me like this in the dungeon, desperate to please me, while I flog your sweet backside.”
“I’m not sure I can do that.”
“Oh, you will. You’ll be begging to by the time I’ve got you trained up, you just wait and see.”
He knelt behind her and massaged the globes of her ass with large sweeps of his hands, still itching to spank her, but somehow resisting. Then he had another idea. He left her without explanation, glad when a small groan of protest slipped past her guard, and searched in his cupboard of tricks. He found what he need, then returned to his position behind Darcy, stripped off her panties and went to work with the lube. He squirted it down the crack between her cheeks, working it in well with his fingers. She flinched, but held her position when he circled her anus with a slick finger.
“You seem to have issues about anal sex, darlin’. We need to get you over those.”
The fingers of his other hand reached beneath her and played with her swollen clit. She threw her head back and gasped. Distracted, this time when he tried to push a finger into her backside, she was less anxious but still fought against him.
“Shush, it’s okay.” Ross leaned forward and nipped at her buttocks. “Just let me in, sugar.” He persevered, talking gently to her all the time, playing with her clit until his finger forced its way past her tightly coiled anal muscle. “There you go. How does that feel?”
“Intrusive, sensitive, but kinda nice.”
“Kinda nice.” Ross chuckled. “Well, I figure that’s a start.”
Ross removed his finger and replaced it with the small lubed plug he’d already prepared. “Don’t fight me, angel,” he said when she tensed up again. “Let me do my work. You’ll thank me later. Trust me on this.”
She moaned to herself, but gamely held her position until Ross had pushed the plug all the way home.
“There you go. Now, how is it?”
“All warm and…well, not so bad.”
“Right. Come on then, we can build on that. Stand up for me.”
“With this thing inside me?”
“Absolutely.”
Ross took her hand and helped her to her feet. “Okay, darlin’, we’re gonna have vanilla sex, with a difference.”
“May I speak, Master?”
“What do you need to say?”
“Well, you said about liking unprotected sex with your subs, so if you don’t want to, you don’t need to use a condom. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean, but if you don’t believe that then—”
“Hey, baby, I believe you.” Ross grinned at her. “If you’re sure.”
“I’d like to feel you.”
“Aw, honey.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “If you knew how much I wanna sink my cock into you without covering it in latex, and crush it against the sensitive walls of your tight pussy.”
“I think I do know. I feel the same way.”
Shit, she’s killing me! “Come on, let’s do this.” He led her to the bed. “Is the plug staying in place okay?”
“Sure, but if you’re going to—”
“Let me worry about that.” He tapped her thigh quite hard, just to remind her who was in charge. “Lay down, darlin’, and make yourself comfortable. Now, how flexible are you? Can you do the splits?”
“I took ballet classes for six years, and I now do advanced yoga.”
Ross sent her a heated smile. “Oh, baby, I knew you were flexible, but this is something else. We are going to have so much fun. With your abilities, we’ll ace that trapeze.”
“Is that right?”
Her eyes were alight with newfound knowledge. His little sub was just starting to appreciate the true power of her femininity.
“I had a feeling you were into dance. It shows in the way you move. The yoga is an added bonus. You and I are going to get into positions I’ve only ever dreamed about. Now, raise your arms, darlin’. I’m going to shackle them again. I do so love having you at my complete mercy.”
Once her hands were out of play, Ross went to work, kissing his way down her torso, paying special attention to her rock-hard nipples, making her moan as he nipped and tugged at them with his teeth. He avoided her cunt, but did pause to push the butt plug a little deeper, getting her accustomed to being touched there, working her into a frenzy.
Only when she stopped being passive, did he move matters forward.
“Spread your legs as wide as they’ll go for me, babe,” he said, an edge of urgency to his voice because his cock had started to throb and twitch like a son of a bitch.
She hadn’t lied. Her legs really did move out almost at right-angles to her body. Seldom had Ross seen a sight that turned him on more. Make that never. Her cunt was wide open, honey trickling from it as she squirmed impatiently beneath his admiring gaze. She was more than ready, and who was he to keep a lady waiting? He grabbed a couple of pillows, told her to lift her ass, and thrust them beneath her. Then he grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and positioned her legs right where he wanted them to be.
“Can you hold that position, babe?”
“With my eyes closed.”
“That’s real good, but keep your eyes open. I want to see your expression.”
With his hands freed up, Ross parted her creamy folds and guided the tip of his cock into her. He then leaned forward, took his weight on his forearms, and plunged into her hot pussy with a hard upward thrust. Sheathed to the hilt in her tight warmth, he groaned, and then stilled.
“This position indulges your desire for exhibitionism, which is what you want, isn’t it, sugar?”
“Yes,” she replied, panting. “I love to see the look in your eye when you…well, when you look at me. I get a great rush, just from knowing I’ve made you want me. It makes me feel feminine and desirable, like I can do anything I set my mind to.”
“You are both of those things, and so much more, babe.” Ross withdrew almost all the way, flexed his hips and then plunged into her again. “Never doubt it. Of course, having your pelvis opened up like this will produce a different set of sensations for you, especially with that plug up your ass. How is that, by the way?”
“I feel pretty damned full.”
“Get used to it, darlin’. I like filling you. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.” Ross’s loaded testicles bashed against the underside of her pussy as he drove himself in and out of her, setting up a punishing rhythm that damned near swamped his reason. “With you being so flexible, this position means I can stimulate your G spot, gives me better access to your clit, and I get to see my cock glistening with your juices each time I thrust, which is pretty damned hot.” His breathing was short and ragged. “You okay?”
