Maddie’s hand inched toward her bare pussy, then stopped. She was breathing fast, tears crowding her eyes.
“I…I can’t…Master,” she added belatedly.
“Can’t?” Rafael’s tone was ominous.
Maddie’s eyes flashed with fear. Patrick shifted his gaze to Rafael. The Dom’s mouth had turned down in displeasure.
“‘Can’t’ is not a word for submissives,” Montevale told Maddie. “Do as you are told.”
Maddie squeezed her eyes shut. She drew a breath and found her clit with one finger. Patrick knew how turned on she’d been just a short time ago. But now her expression was pained. When she rubbed, a wince marred her beautiful features. It was clear that her juices had dried. She wasn’t turned on by exhibitionism, but one look at Rafael’s face told Patrick Maddie had no choice but to perform. She could do it badly, maybe earn a punishment, or…
He leaned forward in his chair. “No,” he told her softly. “Not like that.”
Her eyes flew open. They locked with his and the humiliation he saw in them seared him. This wasn’t a turn-on for her. He wanted to tell her it was all right that she didn’t want to do it, even though he wanted like anything to see her touch herself. Hell, maybe he was too soft to be a Dom. If it were his choice, he’d untie her right now.
But it wasn’t his choice. Not when Rafael possessed video footage of Patrick’s break-in. And if Patrick was cooling his heels at the police station, who would protect Maddie?
Maddie’s gaze clung to him, pleading with him to save her from this new humiliation. Patrick drew a long breath.
“Touch your breast,” he told her. “With just one hand.”
She averted her gaze, her shoulders slumping. Patrick felt a stab of guilt, but he held his ground. “Maddie, look at me.”
Her eyes turned to him, shining with tears.
“Do it, Maddie,” he said gently.
She nodded. Drawing a deep breath, she cupped her breast from underneath and lifted it toward him like an offering. He wanted to suck her pink nipple more than anything. He doubted Rafael would allow that, though, so he concentrated on the task at hand. Making Maddie forget her reluctance to masturbate in public.
“That’s good,” he told her. “Now the other.”
She lifted her left breast. The action squeezed her breasts together, forming a narrow cleft of cleavage.
“Flick the nipples with your index fingers.”
She obeyed.
“Again,” he said. “Don’t stop. Pluck them. Make them hard and aching.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Montevale nod, but he had little attention to give the Dom. He watched Maddie pluck her nipples, pulling them into hard, erect points. Her breathing quickened.
“Squeeze them,” he breathed.
She did, and he saw her face soften in reaction to her own touch. His gaze dropped to her exposed pussy. Moisture glistened like dew on her folds.
“Harder. Pinch them hard.”
Her lips opened on a gasp as she obeyed. She was panting now, her spine arched, her breasts jutting forward. Martin and Monique were watching with rapt expressions. Martin’s hands were on his sub’s breasts, pinching the peaks as Maddie pinched hers. Both women let out a moan at the same moment.
Patrick’s cock leapt. He struggled not to take it in his hand. “How does it feel?” he asked Maddie.
“Good,” she breathed, her wide eyes seeking his. Her hips squirmed a little. “But…not enough.”
“Keep squeezing one nipple,” he ordered. “While you slide your other hand to your pussy.”
Her right hand slid slowly down her belly, until her fingers nestled on her shaved mound.
“Spread your folds,” he told her. “I want to see all of you.”
She did as he commanded, opening herself for him. She was moist and slick. He felt a little lightheaded, imagining what it would feel like to have his cock buried in all that wet heat.
“Finger your clit,” he told her. “Draw circles around it.”
She did as she was told.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes…Master.”
The title caught him off guard, but once it had a chance to register, a feeling of power intoxicated him. Montevale hadn’t ordered Maddie to address Patrick as her Master, but she’d done it anyway, of her own free will. God, the rush of that was almost better than an orgasm. He gripped the arms of the chair. Could it be that when this weekend was over, he would have a chance to pursue a relationship with Maddie? The thought of her tied spread-eagle on his own bed made his head spin.
He was fully erect now and straining against his sweatpants. Maddie was obeying his command, rubbing her clit while still plucking her nipple. She was starting to moan, her hips writhing, but he could tell she was still fighting her arousal. Her eyes flicked from Martin and Monique, then to Montevale.
Patrick didn’t want her looking at anyone else. “Have you ever masturbated before, Maddie?” he asked in a tight voice.
Her gaze snapped back. “I…yes, Master.”
“With a man watching?”
“No. Only alone.”
“What frightens you about doing this?”
Her fingers on her clit stilled.
“Don’t stop,” Patrick ordered, making his voice go hard in an approximation of Rafael’s masterful tone. Maddie’s eyes widened, but she obeyed, increasing the tempo of her masturbation.
“This is…” she paused to draw a breath as a small wave of pleasure broke over her. Patrick stroked the head of his cock through his sweats.
“Being watched is…almost more intimate…than being fucked…I’m not sure why.”
“You’re sharing yourself,” Patrick said. “It’s an incredible turn-on for me.” He spared a glance toward Martin, who had his hands between Monique’s spread legs. “And for everyone else here.”
“I’m…” Another stroke, another gasp. “I’m glad you’re pleased, Master.”
“I am pleased,” he murmured. “Very much.”
Out of the corner of his vision, Patrick saw Montevale rise and stride to a cabinet built into the side of the deck. The Dom had incredible control, Patrick thought. His expression was cool and composed. If it weren’t for the obvious bulge in his crotch, Patrick would have thought him unmoved by Maddie’s performance.
Montevale retrieved an item from the cabinet and brought it to Patrick. It was a dildo, long, thick and realistic-looking. “Give her this,” the Dom ordered.
Patrick took the toy. Damn if the plastic didn’t feel like the real thing. He imagined Maddie sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy. He found the switch at the base and flicked it to the lowest setting. The thing started vibrating in his hand.
He looked up to see Maddie regarding the dildo with something akin to horror. Her fingers had stopped moving on her clit and breast.
“Don’t stop,” he said roughly. He rose and advanced toward her. She stared up at him, her eyes pleading.
He reached out and pinched one of her nipples.
She gasped, tears springing to her eyes.
“I said, don’t stop.”
She nodded and started stroking herself again. He tugged her hand from her breast and wrapped it around the dildo.
“Slide this in,” he told her. “All the way. Then work it hard.”
“Yes, Master.”
The breathless little catch in her voice nearly undid him. He reached between her legs, wanting to feel for himself what his insensitive treatment was doing to her. She was sopping, so slick and hot that he couldn’t resist spearing two fingers into her moist center. He spread some of her moisture over her clit, his body tightening as she gasped. He plunged back into her center again. He withdrew his fingers, caught her gaze and brought them to his lips.
Her lips parted on a moan as he licked his fingers clean. She positioned the head of the dildo at her entrance. Patrick moved aside, giving the others an unimpeded view. He nodded at Maddie. She drew a
deep breath and eased the fake cock into her dripping pussy.
She gave a sigh as she buried it. Then, working with one hand, she moved it back and forth while her other hand returned to her clit.
The dildo slid in and out of her pussy. “Faster,” Patrick commanded.
Maddie obeyed, her breath hitching. She was close now. Patrick could tell by the way her hips lifted, the way her breath caught. Rising pleasure had pushed away her embarrassment. She was a creature of bliss now, head thrown back, body straining for release. Inhibitions shattered. He was sure that at this moment she wouldn’t have cared if the entire staff of KK&R were watching her performance.
Beside him, Martin grunted as he lifted Monique from his lap, positioned his cock and pulled her back down again.
Patrick stroked his own cock. Not much, because he was in danger of exploding and he was well aware that Montevale had ordered him not to come. More importantly, he didn’t want to miss Maddie’s finale.
She gasped. “May I…may I come, Master?”
“Yes,” Patrick said tightly. “Come for me, Maddie. Come now.”
Her fireworks exploded, worthy of any Fourth of July celebration. She cried out, her bound legs convulsing against their restraints. Martin and Monique went off a second later.
Maddie came down slowly, panting, reality returning by small degrees. Her eyes focused, embarrassment creeping back in. She gripped the base of the dildo.
“No,” Patrick said suddenly, surprising even himself, because he hadn’t planned to speak. “Leave it in.”
She squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with his command, but she didn’t resist it.
He got up and went down on one knee by her side. “You were magnificent,” he told her. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
Her gaze clung to his, tears shimmering, as if she wanted so much to believe, but couldn’t.
Rafael rose. “Yes, cara. A stunning performance.”
Patrick pulled the dildo from Maddie’s body. She trembled a little as it left her, her soft sigh going straight to his heart. Although Montevale hadn’t commanded it, Patrick freed her ankles and untied the rope that held her to the chair.
Finally, he straightened, aware of Montevale’s eyes on him. There was a glimmer of unspoken praise there and Patrick felt his color rise. His spine straightened as a rush of pride washed through him. This setup with Martin and Monique had been a test—and it had been as much Patrick’s test as Maddie’s. And they had both passed. But he wondered again at the Dom’s motives.
Martin and Monique rose, Martin adjusting his clothes. Monique stood quietly by his side, making no move to retrieve her sundress, which lay rumpled on the deck. Because Martin hadn’t told her to, Patrick surmised. The thought appealed to him. He engaged in a brief fantasy where he kept Maddie in his apartment for a solid week, naked, never allowing her to pick up her discarded clothes.
Hell. He was about to come in his pants.
Rafael was helping Maddie to her feet. “Help Monique clear and wash the dishes,” he told her. “By hand,” he added. “The antique china is much too fragile for the dishwasher.”
Monique moved to the table immediately and began stacking plates. Maddie followed, picking up silverware and wineglasses and setting them on a silver tray. As the two women retreated toward the house, Montevale waved a regal hand toward them. “If you wish, you may speak to each other as you work.”
* * * * *
Maddie hardly knew what to say to Monique. She was still emotionally raw from her own shameful masturbation display on the deck. Her cheeks heated every time she thought of it. When Rafael had fucked her, and even when he’d whipped her, it had been easy. She had been bound, helpless and unable to do anything but take what he gave her. This time she’d been a participant. She’d been touching herself, making herself feel everything while the rest of the guests enjoyed both her discomfort and her pleasure. She’d been on display. She’d been their entertainment. It’d been humiliating, by far the hardest thing Rafael had ordered her to do.
The most difficult act he’d asked of her so far, anyway. There was still more than a day left in their agreement. No doubt there were countless other, more mortifying scenes he could dream up.
But if she were perfectly honest with herself—and she always tried to be that, no matter what the cost—she’d have to admit that the order to masturbate in public had aroused her unbearably once Patrick stepped forward to ease the way. Her heart squeezed when she thought of him risking himself to stand between her and Martin, and then her and Rafael. It might’ve gone badly for him if Rafael had been displeased. Thank goodness her Master had approved.
Patrick had loved watching her masturbate. She’d seen it in his eyes. That’s what had aroused her. The thought that she was pleasing him had given her such a fierce orgasm that her knees were still weak. God, she wanted to fuck him. She wondered if Rafael would allow it, or whether she would have to wait until the forty-eight hours were over.
The thought brought a chill. Who was she kidding? This weekend was a one-time fling. This D/s stuff was heady, but there was no way it would fit in with her everyday life. What, exactly, did a sub do when her Dom ordered her to quit a lucrative career in order to tend to his every whim? Or when he asked her strip in front of one of her business colleagues? There was no way Maddie would consent to do that. Her career was far too important to her.
Maybe she wasn’t submissive material after all.
The thought left her feeling unaccountably bleak. She stacked the dishes in the sink and started running the water. After this weekend, she’d be barely able to maintain a business relationship with Patrick. A social relationship was out of the question. Patrick was younger than she was. He had a low-paying help-desk job and no ambition that she’d ever seen. It was one thing to be the submissive of a rich and masterful man like Rafael, or even Martin, she supposed, but a geeky video game player like Patrick? She couldn’t imagine it.
In any case, Maddie suspected Patrick wasn’t a true Dom at heart any more than she was a true sub. Once they got back to the real world, they would both revert to form.
But until then…
She flushed a little, thinking of what Rafael and Patrick might do to her, alone and together. Just thinking about it made her stomach clench with anticipation. Obeying the unwanted order to masturbate had pushed her through some kind of inner barrier. She still felt anxiety about what might be required of her, but now there was a large measure of peaceful acceptance, too. Every act Rafael had ordered her to perform had brought her pleasure, just as he had promised. The stress of her daily existence was gone. Maddie was relaxed, serene and totally cared for by the men who were her Masters.
A sense of wistfulness came over her. What would it be like feel this way all the time?
She turned her attention back to the dishes. She sponged off each beautiful plate, being careful not to make even the tiniest nick in the fragile porcelain. Monique took each in silence, wiped it with a dry cloth and set it on the counter. Maddie eyed her. The beautiful sub hadn’t offered a word, despite Rafael’s permission.
Maddie took a deep breath. “Do you live with Martin?” Monique turned her beautiful blue eyes in Maddie’s direction. “Yes,” she said. Her voice was as sweet and lovely as she was. “We live in another house on the lake.” She gestured out the window. “You can just see our home across the water.”
Maddie looked at where she was pointing. A mansion nestled in the trees, every bit as large and beautiful as Rafael.
“There are seven men with homes nearby,” she said. “All Doms. Together, they own this lake and acres of the surrounding land.” She blushed a little. “We often socialize.”
“You’ve had sex with all six of the other Doms?” Maddie asked.
“Yes,” Monique said. “But I belong to Martin.” She smiled. “I’m his wife.”
“Really?” Maddie asked, surprised. She’d seen Monique’s rings, but hadn’t considered the possibility
one was actually a wedding band.
Monique nodded. “We just celebrated our seventh anniversary.”
“And…do you love him?”
“Oh, yes,” Monique said without an instant’s hesitation.
“Even though he gives you to other men?”
“Yes,” Monique said. “It gives him such pleasure.”
Maddie eyed her. “But what do you get out of it?”
Monique hesitated. When she spoke, her voice was firm. “If you haven’t lived this kind of lifestyle, you can’t truly understand. An outsider might look at my submission and see sexual slavery. That’s not true. It’s a rare woman who can be a true submissive and a true Dom knows this. When he finds his mate, he treasures her, pushing her to her limit but never past. My relationship with Martin is so intimate, so intense, nothing could ever break it. I would do anything he asked of me. Anything.”
“I see,” said Maddie slowly. She contemplated Monique’s words as another question formed in her mind. “But what about men like Rafael? Doms who don’t have a permanent sub?”
“Rafael once had a wife,” Monique said softly.
Maddie’s brows rose. “And they split up? Doesn’t that disprove everything you just told me about this kind of relationship?”
“Rafael didn’t part with Mariella willingly,” Monique said. “She died of cancer.”
“Oh!” Maddie sucked in a breath. So that was the source of the sadness she’d glimpsed in Rafael’s eyes. “Was it… Did it happen long ago?”
“Two years.” Monique brushed at her eyes.
Monique was crying. “I’m sorry,” Maddie said gently. “Mariella was your friend, wasn’t she?”
Monique nodded. “She was wonderful. She was a doctor, you know. A pediatrician. But it turned out she couldn’t have children of her own.”
“Rafael let her work?” Maddie asked, surprised.
“Of course. Mariella’s career was very important to her. Rafael even built a children’s wing onto the hospital.”
Rafael’s wife had been a doctor? And he hadn’t limited her career, but supported it? Maddie turned over that information in her mind.
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