Sweet Surrender (Club Stratosphere Book 2)
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Furniture had been pushed aside, lining the walls to make room for the weekend’s public play area. A whipping post stood at one end and was flanked by a spanking bench on each side. The other end of the room features two Saint Andrews crosses. In the middle of everything, chains hung from eye-bolts in the ceiling. Spreader bars and cuffs hung from the chains, waiting for a submissive to be attached to them. I stood just inside the room, taking it all in and appreciating the setup. This looked like it was going to be quite the party.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I sensed someone behind me. Large hands settled on my shoulders as a warm breath gusted over my nape. I shivered but held still.
“You’re overdressed, kitty.” Master James’ deep voice rumbled in my ear and I relaxed. His fingers curled around the lapel of my jacket and tugged. I reached up, releasing the sash, and allowed him to take the garment from me. The soft leather slid from my shoulders and I braced for the rush of cool air to rush over me. Instead, the warmth of the room caressed my skin through the mess of my bodysuit. Any shivers I felt were wholly due to the man standing at my back and the soft kiss he pressed to the curve of my neck and left shoulder. “Good girl,” he murmured and nudged me to turn around. “Shoes off, then turn and let me have a look at you.”
As expected, I stood with my shoulders back and gaze fixed on the floor, waiting for his signal to relax. I stepped out of my shoes, the tile cool against my feet through the thin netting. His eyes blazed a trail of heat as he scanned me from top to bottom while I stared at his manicured toes and the hem of his black linen pants.
“You’re mine for the weekend. Do you understand and agree?”
I began to nod my agreement but his quick tut-tut stopped me mid-motion. Consent required clear verbalization. There could be no room for doubt. “Yes, Master. I understand and agree.”
Another set of bare feet, smaller and feminine, appeared beside his momentarily and then disappeared again. He held a slim black collar within my field of vision. A single O-ring dangled from the centre of the leather strip, glinting in the soft light. I shivered, anticipation coursing thick through my veins. “Will you wear this for me?”
“Yes, Master. I will wear your collar for the weekend.”
He murmured his approval, tapping beneath my eyes to indicate that I should close them. I did as bid and tipped my head forward for him to place the collar on me. Master James fastened it snugly around my throat, the leather like a firm grip to remind me whom I belonged to for the duration. The lock clicked into place and he gave me three short taps beneath the chin, his signal to look up and open my eyes.
A half mask covered his face, as I’d expected, but my breath still caught when our eyes met. The man had the most stunning hazel eyes, blue towards the iris that morphed to green and then pale brown around the edges. They were unlike any I’d ever seen and it took everything not to lose myself in them every time Master James allowed me to look up at him.
“Come.” He held out a hand and I placed one of mine inside of it, allowing him to lead me from the room. “I’ll show you the house before we head upstairs.”
I looked up at him again, my head tilted slightly to the right as he walked on my left side. He caught the look and smiled, his eyes warm as they skimmed over my face. “We’ll play with the others, no worries. But, I want you to myself for a little bit.” A soft chuckle escaped him. “I’ve been imagining your sweet little ass on my spanking bench for way too long, my little kitty. It’s time we make that fantasy a reality. Yes?”
“Yes, Master.” I smiled and followed him into the kitchen where one of the other Masters’ had a male submissive bound to a table with purple rope. Riding crop in hand, Master Sin focused his attention on the sub’s backside, red welts peppered liberally over both cheeks. Whoever the sub was, there would be a lovely collection of bruises on his bottom in the morning. I kept quiet as we watched, mindful to respect their scene and not interrupt their mindset.
Master James tapped my elbow and I turned to follow as he exited the kitchen. I caught sight of a beautiful woman laid out on the marble island, sushi displayed along the length of her body. She held incredibly still, her breaths shallow to prevent the pieces from falling off. I’d heard of nyotaimori, but had never seen it done. The display was breathtaking.
We paused at the bottom of the stairs, in the doorway of what appeared to be a study. Another of the Masters, a spattering of freckles across his broad shoulders and the dark curls on his head identified him as Master Matt, spanked a woman dressed as a school girl. She was face down on the desk, hands bound behind her back as the dominant behind her swung a wooden paddle and connected with her rear. A heavy crack sounded through the room and I flinched. I’d been on the other end of a similar paddle, and was intimately familiar with the pain she was experiencing. The blond submissive yelped out the number six, her head coming off the desk as her back bowed. Her patent leather Mary Jane pumps minced against the hardwood as she struggled to maintain composure. “Good girl,” he crooned, rubbing the impacted area. “Only fourteen more to go, little one. You’re doing so well.”
I pressed my thighs together, the tingling sensation between them growing with each scene we came across. The movement was not unnoticed by Master James. He placed a hand on the back of my neck, squeezing as he bent to murmur in my ear. “Turned on, kitty?” He nipped at my ear, well aware of how much I liked it when he bit the lobe. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your turn soon enough.”
“Yes, Master. As soon as it pleases you.”
He gave me a sharp slap on the backside, propelling me onto the stairs. I moved up the industrial steel one step at a time. Rushing would be unseemly, and I wanted to show him that I was a good girl. When I reached the top, I stepped aside. Shoulders, hands and rear pressed to the wall with my eyes downcast, I waited for him to show me the way.
Master James hooked me by the O-ring in the collar around my neck and tugged. “Come.”
A cheeky smile tilted my lips as I secretly hope that was a word I’d hear often over the weekend. He yanked the ring, pulling my body taut against his.
“Something funny?”
I shook my head, caught in my moment of bratty behavior. “No, Master.”
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure that was a smirk on those fuckable lips.” He tugged again and I winced. “No lies. Rule number one, kitty. Honesty between us, or this ends right now and you go home a disgraced little girl. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” I swallowed and took a breath. “I apologize. I was just thinking that I hoped to hear that word from you often this weekend.”
Silence greeted my confession. I fought the urge to squirm and fidget under the weight of his scrutiny. Long, seemingly interminable minutes ticked by, until he finally hooked a finger beneath my chin and tilted my face up. His lips brushed over mine, a fleeting caress so quick I’d have missed it if not for the wetness left behind, and the straight shot of heat that flashed to the very core of me. My pussy throbbed, nipples gone to hard points as he stepped back and tapped the tip of my nose. “You will, little kitty. You will come until you can’t. And then you’ll continue, until I say it’s enough. Understood?”
I nodded, lust-struck and rendered speechless as he took my hand and led me down the hall to the second door on the left. He paused outside the cross and book panel, his left hand on the handle, and looked at me over his shoulder.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” I bit my lip and fixed my gaze on the door. “Take me. Bend me to your will, Master.”
Lust darkened his eyes. He turned the knob and tugged me inside, shutting out the world and the party going on around us. I fell to my knees on the small rug laid out in front of a leather ottoman, settling into the proper position, palms facing up on my thighs and head bent, until directed otherwise.
Master James moved about the room, his soft tread on the hardwood floor and the steady flow of his voice allowing me to track his movements. He pro
bed my limits, already aware of most from our sessions at the club. I confirmed my understanding of the standard stop light system of green, yellow and red to be used for safety purposes. He confirmed that my limits would be pushed, and that sex was one hundred percent going to happen between us over the next forty-eight hours. There would be no barriers between us. I agreed, completely.
“Come, kitten.” He brushed the top of my head with his fingertips, the signal indicating permission to rise. I regained my feet and awaited further instruction. He cupped my left cheek, tipping my face up as his own came down, our lips meeting in the middle. My groan melted into his moan, our tongues brushing and sliding against each other.
My feet left the ground, his thickly muscled arm slipping under my knees as Master James lifted and carried me to the side of the bed. He settled me on top of the silky soft sheets, his mouth never leaving mine as I lay back. My arms circled his shoulders, fingers sinking into the thick mass of his hair.
“Master,” I gasped when we broke for air. “I…”
He silenced me with a finger against my lips. “James. It’s just James and Kat between these walls. Understand?”
I nodded, my eyes lifting to meet his despite protocols that dictate the contrary. “Yes, James.”
“Good girl. Now,” he winked and looked down at the length of my body pinned beneath his much larger one. “As sexy as this fishnet is… I’m cursing myself for making you wear it. I want your skin against mine. ASAP. What do you suggest we do about this problem, my little kitty?”
Releasing his shoulders, I threaded my fingers through the net covering my chest and ripped it apart. His grin widened, a deep chuckle rolling through him as I gave him my cheekiest smirk and shrugged. I’d hunted high and low for the perfect body-stocking but the look in his eyes as James bent to kiss me again was worth every minute and dollar spent. His fingers covered mine, pulling and tearing until we lay skin to skin amidst the debris.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he kissed a trail down my throat and along my collarbone. “You’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen, Kat.” James nipped at the swell of my right breast and I arched up, offering the swollen globe for him to take. He growled, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh alongside my nipple and I cried out as my fingers sank deep into his hair. The bite dug in a little deeper and my pussy wept, walls clenching as I crept along the path to orgasm. “Such a little pain slut, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”
My hips rocked up to meet his, grinding my pussy against the hard ridge hidden behind the thin linen of his pants. The hard planes of his chest rubbed over the pebbled tips of my nipples, my breast full and aching as he nipped and bit at them. He put the right amount of pressure behind each clamp of his teeth, just enough to nudge me toward the edge, but not send me over. “Off,” I panted, my feet pushing at the material. “Please. I need… James.”
He smirked, sucking on a nipple and stretching my breast to its limit. My flesh released from his mouth with a loud, wet pop and a breath hissed from my lips. “What do you need, kitty? Tell your Master what you need. I may give it to you.”
Eyes opened wide, I fixed them on him and dug my nails into his scalp, tugging him so close our mouths brushed with each word I uttered. “I need you to fuck me… Master. I don’t want foreplay. I don’t want sweet and tender. I want you to pound me into the bed. I want you to leave bruises on my hips because you fucked me so hard. Please?”
James groaned, his hands reaching up to grab my wrists and pin them above my head. His heated gaze never left mine as he kicked my legs apart wider. I stared back, losing myself in the depths of him as he pushed in deep, and set a brutal pace. Each thrust rammed against my cervix, forcing a hybridized grunt-moan from my throat as our bodies rocked together in an intimate dance for two.
Sweat dripped from his brow, plopping in fat drops onto my lips. I licked them off, opening my mouth to catch any that might follow. James groaned, bending as his hips pistoned against mine. His teeth grazed the curve of my right shoulder and I shivered, anticipation riding the wave of adrenaline coursing through my body. He struck, the bite going deep into the muscle. I screamed, back tight as a bowstring as pain shot through me. Three quick taps to my left hip and I was cumming, pleasure rocketing through me like a Fourth of July fireworks display.
“Good girl,” James murmured against my pulse as it hammered beneath the thin skin of my throat. He pressed a soft kiss to the beat, angled his mouth further back and bit again, striking the tendon as he plowed deeper inside my pussy. I let loose a deep groan, pulling the sound from low in my belly. He kept me there, teetering on the edge until my body shook, the need to come violent and urgent. I held out, waited for the taps that would spell out the sweetest of releases.
Finally, just when I was certain to lose my mind from being suspended in the mix of pain and pleasure for so long, James tapped my hip. He released the bite, rearing back with a roar as he came with me. His body bucked and shuddered right along with mine, huge breaths sawing in and out of our chests as we collapsed on the sweat soaked sheets together.
“Fuck,” he groaned some time later.
I giggled. “Yes. We did.” I rolled and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his right arm around me, tucking my body into the side of his. “And it was an epic fuck, too.”
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
Finally, after shaking off the effects of the vivid recollection, I’d exited the car and gone inside. There was no avoiding it. Fate, or some other power, was determined to throw me and Lopez together no matter what we thought on the subject. Our lives were so intertwined; it was a miracle neither of us had put the pieces together by now.
By the time I walked into the house for my first day as his private nurse, I wasn’t sure how to deal with the situation between John Lopez and myself. The web tangled around us was a wicked snarl of coincidences. One thing was certain. We needed to talk, and soon. Problem was, I abhorred confrontation and avoided it at all costs.
The first few hours passed without much notice while I dove into my work and prepared for the Sergeant’s arrival. He had been released to a regular room for a brief observation stay before his release to my care. Physiotherapy equipment and a trunk of medical supplies were delivered shortly after my arrival and I busied myself with the setup before John was scheduled to come home in the early evening.
I studiously avoided the room at the left end of the hall as much as I could. I knew its purpose, had been on the other side of the polished oak door, and experienced all it offered. The pleasure and the pain doled out by my Master. As much as everyone denied it, we all knew there was no other for me but Master James. He rarely bestowed his attention on another sub besides me. Our exclusivity was unspoken, as per the rules. I was caught in the midst of a memory of those very things when the sound of a door crashing closed reached me from downstairs.
“Hello?” I called out, making my way to the top of the staircase. “Who’s there? The welcome home party isn’t until tomorrow night.”
A deep male voice called out a greeting and I descended the first few stairs to see who had entered uninvited. A large man stood behind a wheelchair, his dark head bent close to listen to my patient as he finished whatever they’d been discussing. I paused, recognition dawning. He turned, familiar crystal blue eyes looking back at me from a face I’d only ever seen concealed behind the half mask the Masters of Club Stratosphere wore. Holy hell. What a face. Melissa would trip over her tongue were she there to witness the beauty of him.
“Hey, kitty kat.” Master Matt grinned and my heart plummeted straight down into my sneakers. “Figure it out yet?”
I swallowed past the gargantuan lump in my throat and nodded. Sergeant Lopez spared us both a quizzical look, his hazel eyes bouncing between his fellow Club Stratosphere owner and me. I gave him a tight little smile and squeezed out, “Yes, Sir.”
Lopez paled, his eyes widening as realization dawned. “You know each other?”
Lopez frowned, pivoting his large frame in the wheelchair to look up at his friend. “Matthews? Something you need to share? Wait...” He whipped around to face me again. “Stratosphere?”
Master Matt let out a deep laugh as I bit my lip, gave a short nod of my head, and made a mental note to strangle Lisa for not updating me on this little development. Clearly, someone had regained a portion of his memory—one that involved the club and his involvement there as a Master.
“Lopez,” Matthews clapped him on the shoulders, his own still vibrating with laughter. “I’ll leave you in this lovely little one’s capable hands. We’ll catch up tomorrow.” He cast a wink in my direction and made his escape through the front door, leaving the two of us to stare at each other in awkward silence.
With laden steps, I made my way down the stairs and across the room to where Matthews had left John sitting in the entryway. I circled around to the back of the wheelchair and pushed, manoeuvring him into the living room area. Tension hung heavy between us. Much needed to be said, but neither of us was ready to form the words just yet. He studied me as I went about helping him get settled on the couch. He was still weak from nearly a month spent bedridden and needed assistance with standing and walking. I could tell he wanted to talk by the slight catch of his breath each time he began to speak, and remained standing, desperate to elude him and the impending conversation.