by Nikki Sloane
When Joseph released her with a shove, it sent her flying into me, and her hands landed on my legs. Her palms were warm against my bare skin, and it tingled where we were connected, even though I didn’t want it to.
“Speak,” he ordered.
“It’s Regan. The person I am when I’m here, when I’m with Silas . . .” She gazed at me with desperation. “When I’m with you—that’s the real me. I hid my whole life until I became Regan.” Her expression was pure and bare. “Andrea is the lie. You know the real me.”
I didn’t have a reason to trust her, but this, I believed.
It was silent for a long moment, until Joseph broke it with his cold command. “Pull up your skirt and bend over.”
-35-
Tara
Was Regan really willing to do this? For me? She’d do what she hated for the chance to earn my forgiveness.
My heart leapt into my throat as she reached down, grabbed the sides of her skirt, and tugged the fabric up to her waist, her ballet pink panties exposed. Her skin was so pale and the fabric so thin, she was essentially naked.
I had to lie back as Regan leaned over me, preparing to receive Joseph’s punishment.
“You’re like me,” Joseph said. “Good at reading people. You might even be better. Anyone else, and I would have caught them. But you,” he lifted the crop, sending my pulse soaring, “slipped right past me. I let you into my club, and it created a mess for Julius.”
The crop sliced through the air. Its violent stroke ended in a soft crack, and she jolted.
My mouth fell open. Not so much that she’d taken a hit, but that I was certain Joseph had pulled up at the last second and delivered a sweetheart blow. Barely more than a tap.
“That one was for me,” he said. “This one is for her.”
And on that strike, he did not hold back. The thin rod made a whooshing noise as it came down, and the sound of impact was very different. It was a sharp, biting crack, and it caught her by surprise. Pain colored her stunned eyes and her breath cut off.
Silas was on his feet again. I could see over Regan’s shoulder, and his death glare was pointed at Joseph. He waited, ready to pounce like a predator. All she had to do was say the word. But she didn’t.
Joseph gently laid the crop across my lips, and as I’d been trained to do, I bit down, holding it in place, at the ready for him.
“Tell her you’re sorry,” he demanded.
“I’m sorry,” Regan said between two breaths, recovering.
“Tell her you had no choice. Tell her you wanted to say something but couldn’t.”
“It’s true. I wanted to tell you so badly, but I wasn’t allowed.”
“Ask if she can forgive you, and in time, let you work to earn back her trust.”
Regan softened into me. She ran her hands over the silk robe, seeking out a better connection, and pressed her face against my stomach. She turned to the side, her red hair spilling over me. “Forgive me.”
I had no idea where he’d struck her. If it was across the prefect cheeks of her ass, it probably didn’t hurt much anymore. It would be red and hot to the touch, but the pain would fade quickly. If he’d whipped her across the backs of her thighs, she’d still be experiencing the dull, painful ache. It seemed to linger in that spot.
I couldn’t tell from her reaction. The only pain she seemed to be feeling was what she’d caused me. As her submissive, I lived to bring her pleasure, and watching her suffer was awful. It wasn’t necessary any longer.
He grabbed the crop and lifted it away. “Speak.”
“I forgive you,” I whispered instantly.
She murmured it into the silk. “Thank you.”
Her hands continued their slow slide, working their way beneath my robe. She pushed the silk out of her way, kissing along the top of my thigh. Joseph set the riding crop back on my lips, and once again, the taste of the cane filled my mouth.
Regan was content to explore and work her way toward my pussy, her hands at the knot of my robe, until she remembered she wasn’t in charge. She looked up at him, begging permission with her eyes.
“After you put your skirt down, yes. She’s earned a little reward.” He stepped back, as if letting Regan have the stage with me. Silas sank down into his seat as she shimmied her skirt back into place and moved eagerly to undo my robe.
The air was cool against my skin as she pulled the fabric back, and my nipples perked instantly. Regan didn’t waste time teasing. She was ravenous, and as soon as her head was between my legs, her tongue found me.
I clenched the crop so hard with my teeth, I wondered if it would be permanently bent when Joseph pulled it from my lips. Her mouth was hot and incessant. It had me writhing and whining as the men watched, and I couldn’t imagine a more erotic image.
I clutched handfuls of the silk by my side. What did Grant think about this? Did he enjoy watching a woman go down on me? The one who had forbidden him from doing it? I wanted to know if he was turned on.
The whole time we’d been together, he’d known I worked here. He’d read my entire journal. And yet he hadn’t run away—he’d come back for more. Didn’t that mean something?
No. I refused to let it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stroke of her lush tongue. Goosebumps blossomed on my legs, and tingles raced along my spine.
Joseph snapped his fingers over my face, making my eyes fly open. “Look at him,” he demanded, pointing to Grant. “Let him see how much you like her tongue in your pussy.”
It was an order, so I had to obey. I lifted my head and turned to look at him.
It was a miracle the rod didn’t snap in two in my mouth. The way he fucking looked at me, while restrained to that big, white chair, it nearly sent me over the edge. Desire was in his expression, but so was love.
You aren’t allowed to love me, I wanted to yell. You forfeited that right. But I couldn’t say anything because the riding crop was nestled in my teeth, and I wasn’t sure if I believed it, anyway.
When I was panting and dangerously close to coming, Joseph put a hand on Regan’s shoulder, easing her back. “That’s enough for the moment. Go back to your seat.”
Normally, she would have delighted in denying my orgasm, but she looked disappointed tonight. She ran her hand over her lips, wiping away my arousal, and shuffled back to her chair beside Silas.
The crop was pulled from my mouth. “Up,” Joseph said.
As I stepped down from the table, the open robe slipped off a shoulder. He caught it, pulled it the rest of the way off, and left me standing naked in the center of the room as he went to hang it on the back of the door.
I held my head high. He’d taught us girls at the club to realize confidence was sexy, and better yet, powerful. I felt that way, until Joseph gave me my next set of instructions.
“Unbutton Grant’s shirt.”
My shoulders slumped. How the fuck was I going to do that? He was chained to the chair, and I was naked, and I’d have to lean over him to do it . . .
The riding crop slapped against my breast, right across a nipple, drawing a gasp from me.
“We’re waiting.”
Fuck Joseph and his authoritarian tone. He was so good at making me yo-yo between being angry to thrilled and back again in the same scene. I stormed over to Grant’s chair. If I was going to do this, I’d do it in the most unsexy way possible. I grabbed his shirt and plucked at the buttons furiously, not making eye contact.
This time, Joseph’s crop landed on the back of my thigh, and I yelped.
“Slower,” he hissed.
It was pointless to fight. He always got his way. I slowed my movements, undoing one button at a time. It was unavoidable, since our faces were only inches away, that our gazes met, like a magnetic force pulled us together. And the second Grant realized I was looking at him, the words tumbled from his mouth.
“Tara, if this is all we—”
I jumped out of the way as
the crop came down and smacked across his thigh. It wasn’t cute or playful or even corrective. This was punishment, plain and simple. Joseph would not be disobeyed or lose control of a scene, and he needed Grant to understand.
“Motherfucker,” Grant groaned under his breath.
“Since you can’t control your mouth, I’ll do it for you.” Joseph’s gaze swung to me. He didn’t have to ask. I went to the top drawer, pushing aside the other items until I found the piece he wanted.
Grant’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as I approached with the black ball, a leather strap on each side. I wasn’t a fan of wearing a ball gag. It made my jaw hurt and turned me into a drooling mess, but the idea of Grant in one? That wasn’t so bad.
“Wait—” he started.
I didn’t. I shoved the ball in his mouth, found the right notch for the correct fit, and did the buckle behind his head.
“If you want to stop,” Joseph tapped the crop repeatedly over the palm of his own hand, “stomp your foot. I’ll undo the handcuffs, and you’ll leave immediately. There will be no discussion. Understood?”
Grant’s eyes were loud and unhappy, but he nodded.
Joseph traced the tip of the crop over the last button on Grant’s shirt I hadn’t yet undone. “Finish. Then I want his pants and underwear down around his ankles.”
The room became a vacuum. Both Grant and I inhaled sharply. Shouldn’t I have been glad I’d no longer be the only naked one in the room? I couldn’t feel anything but concern. The rules tonight were Joseph’s. I’d never seen him play with other men, but I’d heard rumors back when he ran the club. He was omnisexual, and before Noemi, he’d fuck anyone with a pulse.
My hands shook as I undid the final button. I knelt on the ground, the hard floor unforgiving on my knees, and focused on Grant’s belt. My blood roared in my ears, and I was only dimly aware Joseph was at the table, rummaging around in drawers. How deep would he go? And was he aware Grant was still new to all of this?
A grunt came from the man before me as I slid down his zipper. He wasn’t hard, but the brush of my hand obviously felt good. I tried to ignore it and complete my task. He helped by lifting his hips as I worked his pants and underwear down. He was a fool for wanting to help. Joseph’s punishment of Regan had only been a taste of what he could do, and to be the dominant in charge of four people? It was amazing Joseph hadn’t already power tripped right into domspace.
I sat back on my heels and admired the view.
Grant’s suit coat was still on, but his shirt was wide open, and his pants were bunched around his shoes. His bare, beautiful chest was working fast, like his heart was beating in overtime and he was struggling to keep up with it. His semi-hard cock lay across his leg.
He wasn’t as dominant as Regan—at least, not yet. But being vulnerable like he was would be hard on anyone, and worse for someone who liked control. I wasn’t supposed to feel bad for him. He’d broken my heart, and I wanted to be petty and vindictive.
Yet . . . I couldn’t.
Just like with Regan, it was difficult for me to see him uncomfortable. I wanted to ease the strain.
Joseph had collected whatever he was looking for and moved to Silas and Regan. His instructions were given quickly and too quietly for me to hear. But as he turned away and crossed the room to return to me, I saw Regan’s hand undoing Silas’s zipper.
When I realized what Joseph was holding, my mouth went dry. Surely the vibrator was for me, but I hoped the plug and the bottle of lube were also, and not for Grant.
“Hey, there, big boy,” Joseph teased, lifting an eyebrow as he stared unabashedly at the other man. Grant’s head swung away, embarrassed, although he shouldn’t have been. Joseph had meant it as a compliment.
He squatted beside me and set his items on the floor, the plug on its base so the tip pointed upward. His expression turned serious. “You lied to this man. Did you say you were sorry?”
“What he did was worse.”
Displeasure flashed over him. “Answer me. Yes or no.”
I was irritated. “No, Sir.”
“That tone will get you in trouble.” He studied me, as if unsure how to proceed. “Tell him you’re sorry.”
I turned my insincere eyes toward Grant and said it devoid of meaning. “I’m sorry.”
“Keep digging that hole, Tara. Tell him your sorry again, and this time, you’ll do it while he’s in your mouth.”
Oh, fuck. I split in two. I didn’t want to, and oh, how did I. Going down on him had been against the rules. He was handcuffed to the chair and gagged and at my mercy. I could do this.
I placed one hand on his knee, and as I reached for him, Joseph clarified his instructions. “Just the tip.”
It was evil, and I loved this kind of punishment, where it felt good, but just not good enough. It didn’t satisfy, it only made you hungry for more. I gripped Grant’s swelling cock by the base, steadying him, and slowly push my lips down on the head.
He groaned through his gag. The pleasure was enough to make him throb and harden against the tip of my tongue. I mumbled my apology, which sounded stupid, but seemed to appease Joseph.
“Get on all fours,” he said. “I want to play with you as you finish your apology.”
Now that Grant was fully hard, his dick stood at attention, its slight curve angling toward the ceiling, and I wouldn’t need a hand on him. I placed my palms flat on the ground, putting my ass in the air, and lowered my mouth on him once more.
The head of the wand vibrator was set against my clit, but not turned on. “Fuck him with your mouth, but just the head, and look at him while you do it.”
The vibrator buzzed to life, and the pleasure was instant. I did exactly as told, eager now. I sucked on Grant, hollowing my cheeks, and watched lust twist in his eyes. I flicked my tongue, I traced the ridge, and when Joseph told me to, I ran my tongue down the sensitive underside.
I kissed the hard column of flesh, smiling as he jerked from the simple press of my lips. His moans and grunts were muffled by the ball in his mouth, and shiny drool dripped down, landing on his chest. The Velcro on the cuffs creaked as he pushed against them. He wanted to use his hands. Probably to hold my head steady so he could push deeper into my mouth. He rocked his hips, trying to gain ground, but I met his actions with my own, never letting him get further past my lips
The vibrator felt so good, I was drunk off it. But as I teased Grant, Joseph teased me, pulling back and reminding me I didn’t have power over anyone else. I was just a tool for him, which he was currently using to dominate Grant.
The buzzing ceased, and my body wanted to riot, but I held my position. When I was good, good things happened to me.
Cold lube was dripped onto my body and ran down between my crack, and breath tightened in my lungs when I felt the tip of the plug prodding. Grant’s breath came and went rapidly through his nose as his wild gaze bounced between my eyes and what the man behind me was doing.
“That’s a good girl,” Joseph said, his voice like velvet.
I shivered with the praise, but also the strange, yet not unpleasant, sensation of the plug as he slid it ever-so-slowly inside me, all the way to the base. As soon as it was done, the vibrator was switched on and set back at its place on my clit.
I whimpered with satisfaction.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Joseph whispered. “With that plug in your ass?”
God, it did. I pulled off Grant just long enough to answer, and then returned to my task. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“All the way down now,” he said.
Meaning he wanted me to open my lips and take Grant’s cock as deep as I could. His eyes lidded. Was he lust-drunk like me? I flattened my tongue and inched down, all the way until his tip hit the back of my throat.
His moan was loud and desperate, and he tipped his head back for a moment, as if watching me go down on him was too much to endure. I moaned, not just from the vibrations
rocketing through my body, but from the way he looked. From how I was making him feel.
It was dangerous thinking, wanting to please him.
But I did it regardless. I pumped my mouth on him, from base to tip and back again, swirling and cartwheeling my tongue as he groaned and sighed. He throbbed when I ran the edge of my teeth over him. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to give a different sensation.
As I closed in on my orgasm, so did he.
But the vibrator’s mechanical hum stopped once more, and it disappeared from my skin.
Joseph straightened. “You two, come here. Silas is going to fuck this pussy.”
Oh. My. God.
-36-
Grant
My jaw hurt, as did the corners of my mouth, from the gag. The cuffs around my wrists were tight and uncomfortable. But none of it mattered because Tara was looking at me. Seeing me.
It also helped that her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her tongue had my toes curling inside my shoes.
A gamut of emotions knifed through my chest as my gaze went across the room. Jealousy was strong, but so was my curiosity. Carnal fascination. I wanted to watch her fuck another man. The idea was arousing, but what about in reality?
Regan had been slumped over in her seat, her head bobbing up and down on Silas’s dick while he had his hands clenched, holding her hair back, but she pulled off him at Joseph’s order.
He stood deliberately from his seat, holding up the sides of his suit pants, and strode toward us, her following him. My gaze fell back down to the beautiful woman on her hands and knees, her blonde strands picking up highlights from the chandelier. The only thing she wore was that thick black collar.
Tara’s mouth moved on me, generating more heat with each pass. I wasn’t allowed to come. Joseph had scripted the evening, giving me a bare outline of how he expected things to happen. He’d left plenty of room for improvisation, though.
Like this gag, and I was pissed about it.
Although this wasn’t one of them, I’d given him my limits. I’d told him I was comfortable with him touching me in a non-sexual way, but I was hetero, and this was one area I wasn’t curious about. I wasn’t into men. Tonight, he made me uneasy, like he wanted to test how far he could push that line.
