48 Hours

by Callista Arman

  Patrick didn’t hesitate. He dropped his pants and boxers to the floor, his hand closing on his cock even before he’d kicked them away. Climbing naked onto the bed between Maddie’s legs, he knelt back on his heels and stroked himself.

  “Watch me, Maddie.”

  As if she could look away! Patrick’s cock was big and beautiful. It had to be a good eleven inches long, and thick besides. His hand moved firmly over its length, tightening and flexing on the ridge where the head met the shaft.

  She watched his face. He was staring at her, his eyes slightly unfocused, his features etched with a pleasure that seemed almost brutal. His lean hips jerked. The muscles in his arms flexed. She could see Rafael watching them both, his gaze intent.

  Patrick leaned to one side, arching his body over her leg, supporting himself with a hand on the mattress. She could feel his heat, but as Rafael had commanded, he didn’t touch her. His breathing quickened—so did hers. She watched his face as his climax drew closer, wanting more than anything to reach out and touch him. But she couldn’t. All she could do was watch.

  He gasped as his climax hit. Jerking up to his knees, he milked his cock with both hands, spurting cum onto her body. The white stream hit her stomach, her hips, her breasts.

  Finally, his shoulders slumped. He inched backwards, off the foot of the bed, and stood. His gaze flicked over the mess he’d left on her body. She read an apology in his eyes.

  Rafael seemed highly entertained. “You may get dressed and clean her up,” he told Patrick.

  Patrick nodded. He pulled on his pants quickly. Retrieving a wet hand towel from the bathroom and stroked it over Maddie’s skin, lingering over certain portions of her anatomy far longer than was necessary. She groaned as the rough terrycloth scraped over her nipples. Her hips jerked, wanting more.

  He finished without giving it to her. As Patrick deposited the towel in the bathroom, Rafael unfastened her ankle cuffs from the bedposts and hooked them together. He attached them with a length of rope to the center of the footboard. Maddie was left with her arms and legs stretched and secured, but not uncomfortably so. Rafael had left enough play in the rope so she could roll onto one side or the other, but not nearly enough to allow her to ease the throbbing ache between her legs.

  He covered her with a soft blanket. “Get some rest, cara.”

  She sought him with her eyes. “You’re leaving me now? Like this? Tied to the bed with dildos up my pussy and ass?”

  “Yes.”

  “But I need to come!”

  “I don’t wish you to. Not at the moment.”

  “But—”

  “Go to sleep, Madeline.” He clicked off the lights.

  Rafael opened the hall door and waved Patrick through it. After a moment’s hesitation, Patrick obeyed. The door shut and the men’s footsteps receded down the hallway.

  Go to sleep. Right. She was exhausted—both physically and mentally—but she was also as horny as hell, with a dildo in her vagina and a plug in her ass. Her every movement reminded her of how close she’d been, but memories weren’t enough to get her off.

  She jiggled on the bed, jerking her legs, bouncing, trying anything to push herself over the edge. Fifteen minutes later, she was hornier than ever and even more exhausted.

  Finally, she lay still. Tears of frustration streamed down her cheeks as she tried to obey her Master’s command and fall asleep.

  * * * * *

  “Why the hell are you doing this?”

  Patrick stood in Montevale’s library, staring at the spot where Maddie’d had her mouth fucked by the Dom, clenching a much-needed drink in his hand. Not his usual beer. Montevale had poured scotch, straight. It seared his throat and burned a hole in his stomach.

  “It amuses me,” the older man replied.

  “Is this how you get your kicks? Laughing at other people’s discomfort?”

  “You seemed…comfortable enough a few minutes ago.”

  “That’s not the point. Maddie didn’t know what she was getting into tonight.”

  “I gave her what she wanted.”

  Patrick took another gulp of liquor. “I have a hard time believing she wanted me to flog her,” he muttered.

  “A submissive woman often doesn’t know what she wants. That’s why she needs a Master. I didn’t force anything on Madeline tonight. She agreed to give me her obedience and despite her naiveté, she managed admirably.” He glanced up a Patrick. “I set boundaries before I gained her acceptance, you know. I have not even begun to approach them.” He took a sip of his own drink. “You have known Madeline for a long time, no?”

  “Yes. A couple of years. We work for the same firm. I’ve wanted her from the first moment I met her, but she seemed so…I don’t know—in control. It made me crazy. I dreamed about tying her up, having her helpless in my bed, but I…I just never knew she was into that kind of thing.”

  “If you had known, would you have asked her to share this kind of play with you?”

  “I don’t know.” Patrick drained his glass. “Ah, hell, who am I trying to kid? I never would’ve approached her. She would’ve laughed me out of town.”

  “I didn’t hear her laughing tonight,” Montevale observed.

  “No. She was so…”

  “Beautiful?” Rafael supplied.

  “Yes. Beautiful. Wild. Vulnerable. When I saw her tied up, I wanted to fuck her senseless.”

  “I know you did. That is why I didn’t allow it.”

  Patrick eyed Montevale. He didn’t trust the man. A guy like him didn’t give away anything for free. “Is that part of your kinky power trip? You get off on manipulating me, too?”

  “Not at all,” the Italian said smoothly. “A Dominant puts his submissive’s needs above all else. To that end, he must learn to tame his own nature.” He faced Patrick calmly. “A man who takes his own pleasure with no thought to his woman’s needs is little better than a rapist.”

  “Wait just a minute. I would never—”

  “You wish Madeline to feel pleasure at your hands, no?”

  “Of course I do! I want to make her scream for me. I want her to beg me to fuck her, like I heard her begging you.”

  Montevale raised his glass. “Let us drink to tomorrow, then.”

  * * * * *

  What am I doing?

  Rafael lay in bed for a long time, turning the question over and over in his mind. Though he often partook of the charms of his friends’ women, he didn’t often share his own. Oh, perhaps in the beginning, when he’d first learned the ways of Dominance. But after he’d found Mariella…

  He’d have killed any man who dared touch her.

  Madeline possessed the same spirit as his Mariella, the same grace. At dinner, he indulged in the fantasy of making Madeline his own, permanently. But the idea hadn’t seemed quite right. Then he’d become aware that her young red-haired escort was not so willing to fade into the background as she had tried to make Rafael believe.

  The situation had intrigued him.

  Devotion and persistence were admirable traits. Qualities that true Doms possessed in abundance. Despite the young man’s hesitance, he wondered how true his heart was. How much would he endure to claim this woman? Judging from Patrick McIllhenny’s reaction to Rafael’s impromptu tests, the younger man had the mind and soul of a Dom.

  But did he have a Dom’s courage?

  That remained to be seen.

  Chapter Seven

  The clock on the night table read ten minutes past noon. Maddie blinked, trying to clear her eyes. She’d slept surprisingly well, considering she was trussed like a bagged deer. She lay still for a moment, taking in the graceful stream of sunlight spilling though the window. Usually, she awoke to a blaring alarm that sent her hurtling from bed, her stomach already in knots, her mind pawing over her to do list. She never let herself just lie in bed, floating on that drifting fog between sleep and awakening.

  But today…

  Today her real life was far away. S
he was tied hand and foot to the bed and had no choice but to remain where she was. She couldn’t rise until Rafael or Patrick came in and freed her. And when they did, she would do only what they told her to do, no more, no less.

  She felt curiously free.

  She lay still, cataloguing the sensations in her body. Her arms ached a little, her back and shoulders stung slightly from her flogging. Her nipples tingled with the memory of the nipple rings. Her ass and vagina were plugged tight, reminding her she had no say over what invaded her body.

  She thought over the things she’d done since agreeing to become Rafael’s possession for the weekend. Amazing things. Humiliating things, but curiously, she felt no sense of shame. Rafael was an incredible man—submitting to him had given her more pleasure than she’d ever had. As for submitting to Patrick MacIllhenny…

  Her face grew warm. She never would’ve agreed to become Patrick’s sub. But having been ordered to it by Rafael…well, if she was completely honest with herself, she had to admit that submitting to Patrick had been a turn-on, too. When he’d flogged her…and later, when he commanded her to watch him jerk his cum all over her body…

  The door handle turned. She turned her head in the direction of the entrance, her pulse kicking up in anticipation. Almost thirty-four hours left in her time as a submissive. What would those hours bring?

  Rafael entered the room, wearing casual gray slacks and a snug-fitting black scooped-neck shirt. Very European. She looked past him, wondering if Patrick had come as well, but Rafael was alone. He shut the door quietly behind him.

  He strode to the bed and looked down at her, his smile tender. “Sleep well, cara?”

  “Yes,” she said truthfully. “I haven’t slept so soundly since I was a child.”

  Rafael removed the dildo from her pussy and the butt plug from her ass. He released her restraints, then led her into the bathroom and stood by silently while she used the toilet. Maddie didn’t even think to protest. It wasn’t her place. After she was done, he indicated she should grip the edge of the vanity and lean forward. She complied without question. He lubricated a finger and inserted it in her ass, moving it gently in and out.

  “Do you like that, cara?”

  Oh, God. It was humiliating to admit it, but… “Yes.”

  He produced her leash and clipped it onto her collar. Wrapping the trailing end twice in his fist, he urged her toward the door. She followed him into the hall, naked, studying him as she padded silently behind. His attire was casual, but it didn’t diminish his aura of control one bit. His shoulders were well-formed and muscular, his dark hair neatly combed. He led her down the staircase to the foyer, then through an archway and into a part of the house she hadn’t seen the night before. She padded through an airy dining room and a state-of-the-art gourmet kitchen. Wide windows afforded views of a glassy lake behind the mansion. On the opposite bank she saw nothing but thick forest.

  Rafael opened a set of double French doors. Tugging firmly on the leash, he led her onto a flagstone patio. Once over the threshold, Maddie came to an abrupt halt. Three people were gathered around a table spread with sandwiches, fruit and cheese. Patrick was one of them. The other two were a man and woman she’d never seen before.

  Her leash went taut, causing Rafael to turn and frown. “Do not disappoint me, cara.” His voice was low, but laced with a hint of menace.

  Maddie collected herself and forced herself to breathe normally as she took a step forward. Three pairs of eyes tracked her progress.

  She sought Patrick’s gaze. It was clear from his expression that he wasn’t pleased with Rafael’s impromptu party. He stood apart from the others, dressed in what looked like workout clothes. He must’ve had them in his car. His gray sweatpants hung low on his lean hips and a baggy T-shirt, ripped at the neck, covered his upper body. He wore no shoes.

  He stood a little straighter when their gazes met. He gave a slight nod, his blue eyes offering silent support. She gave him the ghost of a smile before turning to the other guests.

  It was obvious the pair seated at the table were a couple. The woman was stunningly beautiful and had to have the largest breasts Maddie’d ever seen outside of a magazine picture. She wore a tight, cleavage-enhancing sundress and white high-heels that might as well have been stilts. Her blonde hair was gathered on top of her head, all the better to reveal the diamonds glittering in her ears and around her neck. More diamonds graced her wrists and fingers.

  The man was about thirty-five and not nearly as polished as his female companion. Coarse and dark-haired, he had a broad chest and a powerful torso. His eyes were dark and deep-set, accented by a bristly mono-brow. He looked like a thug, incongruously attired in khaki shorts, golf shirt and boat shoes. Country club attire on a man who looked as if he’d be far more comfortable in a back-alley bar. Was the pair a D/s couple? Maddie thought it was likely. She had no doubts as to which partner was the Dom.

  The man’s lustful gaze slithered over her body, leaving Maddie feeling vaguely unclean. He tried to make eye contact, but Maddie returned his regard only for a split second before hastily averting her gaze. Her skin crawled. Would Rafael order her to service this man in some way? The thought repulsed her. Once again she berated herself for not including exclusivity in their contract. She stood, trembling, waiting for Rafael to speak, wishing she were anywhere in the word besides standing naked before this stranger.

  The man gave a snort. “Not fully trained yet, hmmm, Rafael?”

  “No,” Rafael said pleasantly, striding forward. “She’s new. This is Madeline.” He paused. “Madeline, these are my friends, Martin and Monique.”

  The leash went taut on her neck again. Reluctantly, Maddie followed Rafael to the table. He tugged her to an empty chair on Martin’s right and pulled it out.

  Maddie took a deep breath and sat, trying to ignore the heat of Martin’s body. At least sitting hid her pussy from his view. Rafael adjusted her seat, then wrapped her leash three times around the arm of Martin’s chair. Patrick, standing a few feet away, let out a sound that could only be described as a low growl.

  Maddie’s heart stuttered. Was Rafael offering her to Martin? She fervently hoped not.

  Rafael filled a plate and set it in front of her. “Eat, Madeline.”

  Though her stomach was churning, she obediently picked up a fork and speared some fruit. It was a delicious medley of peaches, strawberries and kiwi, but she barely tasted it. She set down the fork and took a sip of the champagne Rafael presented her.

  Martin, Rafael and Monique began eating as well, but Patrick didn’t approach the table. Rafael and Martin began a conversation about the stock market, then segued into a discussion of the relative merits of soccer versus American football. Monique ate daintily, speaking only if one of the men asked her a question. Patrick was silent and scowling. At one point he caught Maddie’s gaze and sent her a look of pure irritation. Look what you got yourself into, he seemed to say. What the hell are you going to do now?

  She had no idea. Maddie was a queen of strategy in the courtroom, but right now she was at a loss. If she quit the game, or if Patrick helped her disobey, Rafael could make good on his threat to report Patrick’s break-in to the police. The surveillance photos were damning and Maddie was well aware that she was the one who had made Patrick sign a contract promising to protect her.

  Patrick could end up in deep shit, and it would be entirely her fault. She couldn’t allow that to happen. She took a deep breath and let it out in a long stream. She couldn’t back out of the agreement she’d made with Rafael—she would do whatever was necessary to keep Patrick out of jail. If that meant letting Martin fuck her, than so be it. There was only a day and a half left in their agreement. She would get through it the best she could.

  Rafael and Martin had finished eating. Martin pushed back from the table. Maddie’s leash was still wrapped around the arm of his chair—the movement caused her head to jerk in Martin’s direction. Martin smiled at that, then, to Maddi
e’s horror, he leaned back and undid his belt.

  His cock popped out. It was short and thick, with a bulbous head rising from a nest of thickly matted black hair. Maddie could smell his arousal, a thick, musky scent that made her want to gag. He moved his chair another few inches, causing her head to dip toward him. He eased his balls from his briefs. Maddie nearly choked when she saw how large and furry they were.

  He stroked up and down his shaft, hardening himself. “Does your new girl give good head?” he asked Rafael.

  “Most definitely.”

  Martin continued stroking himself with one hand, while his other toyed with the end of Maddie’s leash. He unwrapped it from the arm of the chair and rewrapped it around his fingers. He pulled slightly, bringing Maddie to the edge of her seat. Then, abruptly, he gave a vicious tug downward. Maddie tumbled out of her seat, nearly falling face-first into his crotch.

  “On your knees,” Martin growled.

  Maddie could hardly take any other position. Martin gave her almost no slack on the leash. She was on her knees between his splayed legs, her face inches from his cock. Head bowed, she stared at the thing—it was so thick and ugly she thought she would throw up.

  “Suck me off,” Martin commanded.

  Maddie turned her head and looked up at Rafael. He was sitting relaxed in his chair, fingertips steepled under his chin, watching the scene intently. Rafael hadn’t ordered her to service Martin. Was obeying Martin part of her duties? She sent him a questioning gaze. His expression gave her no answer.

  She didn’t dare look at Patrick. She could almost feel his anger and helplessness radiating across the patio. In the absence of a reprieve from Rafael, she couldn’t take the chance that disobeying Martin would make her Rafael angry. There was nothing to do but get the blowjob over with as quickly as possible.

  She steeled herself to look back at Martin. She touched him, stalling for time by stroking his penis with her hand, dreading the moment she would have to take it into her mouth. Martin twitched under her fingers and a hard smile of anticipation cracked his face. The head of his penis was huge, she wondered how she’d manage to stretch her lips over it. Her fingers slowed. She grazed his pubic hair. Her stomach started roiling.