His Devil's Chains

by Linzi Basset

  “Yes, but Master Black, I can’t take it anymore. Please, you have to—”

  “I have to? It seems you’re under a misconception of the control you have over me, my pet. Would you care to rephrase that?”

  Jordan shifted from one foot to the other. She was aware of the interested stares from the men behind Jack who were openly watching and listening.

  “Ehm … Master Black, as your sub, I—”

  “Trial sub.”

  Jordan’s fists landed on her hips. This time there was no mistaking the glare she bestowed upon him.

  “Really? Are you gonna beat that fact into the ground every time I mention the word sub? I’m the one who suggested our relationship is only a trial, Master Black, so you don’t have to remind me all the time.” Her eyes narrowed. “Or are you the one who needs reminding, perhaps?” A smile of delight spread over her lips at the thought.

  Jack shot a warning look over his shoulder at his friends who laughed in response.

  “It seems you need a lesson when to shut that bratty mouth of yours, Emerald.” Jack reached into his pocket and pressed and held down the button of the pear’s remote.

  “Ohh, fuck!” Jordan wailed. Her knees gave in and buckled. On all fours, she panted and squeezed her kegel muscles in an effort to keep back the climax that had been dancing on the edge for the past thirty minutes. She was already in deep shit, it wouldn’t do to aggravate him further. “Stop. Oh, geez! Please stop,” she begged in a broken voice.

  Jack watched her twitch and jerk for a couple more seconds before he relented and lifted his finger from the remote.

  Jordan struggled to find her breath. Her body shuddered from the mammoth effort it had taken to keep back the orgasm.

  I fucking hate BDSM! Who in the hell thinks it’s fun to control climaxes?

  Jordan clenched her teeth and forced her breathing to calm.

  “Get up,” Jack rumbled. He grasped her hand and assisted her to her feet. “I’m waiting, Emerald,” he barked as soon as she steadied herself. “What is so urgent that you had to interrupt our meeting?”

  Jordan clenched her teeth in an effort not to snap at him in return. Her natural fiery nature was taking a beating in the attempt to pretend to be a submissive. It stumped her that her shoulders hunched in dejection in the face of the disappointment in his eyes. A sure sign she was failing miserably at portraying the perfect sub. Why it bothered her as much as it did, was a mystery in itself.

  “I guess it’s not that important after all,” she demurred. She had to bite back the sharp retort that automatically sprang to her lips. “My apologies for disturbing you.”

  Jordan pivoted on her heel and sprinted toward the stairs.

  “Emerald! Get back here!” Jack’s voice boomed after her.

  She cringed; her steps faltered but she was so shaken by the urgent desire that had coursed through her to be the kind of submissive that would please him, she chose the lesser of two evils. If she stayed, her tongue would run away again and destroy her chances of impressing him. She made it to the midway landing of the stairs when the pear inside her burst to life.

  With a vengeance!

  It was so unexpected and strong that her legs gave way and she tumbled to the floor. She curled into a cocoon. “Oh, fucking hell,” she moaned as the pulsing egg caused her loins to throb painfully.

  Jordan felt his presence before she noticed his huge boots that planted themselves next to her face.

  “You’re a fucking asshole, Master Black,” she panted through clenched teeth. She clawed at her legs and hugged her knees closer as the pressure built exponentially from the ruthless vibrations that hit the bundle of nerves deep inside her.

  “You will learn very quickly not to ignore an order from me, Emerald,” Jack rumbled. “Now, get on your feet.”

  He didn’t offer his assistance, too annoyed to offer her the courtesy this time. His stare had turned cold and dark.

  “Ah, shit,” Jordan groaned at the unfairness of being the chosen one to become a submissive. She refused to acknowledge that somehow the role she’d been playing had become an inherent need to please him—her Dom. She pulled her legs under her and attempted to rise. The effort was fruitless, a joke actually, as her body continued to shudder and quake from the merciless pulsations that left her weak.

  “I can’t. Please, Sir, I beg you. No more,” she whimpered in a desperate attempt for some mercy. She’d been failing miserably as his sub in the short period since he’d agreed to the trial. It wasn’t an option to use a safeword to get herself out of the self-inflicted fix.

  “Let’s try again, sub. Why did you disobey my order?”

  Jordan opened one eye to peek at him. Her entire lower body was one painful throb.

  “Because I can’t stand it any longer. Please, Master Black, I hurt!”

  “And yet you made it worse by running,” he quipped with a poor attempt at hiding his amusement at the predicament she had gotten herself into. He’d caught her red-handed. He didn’t need any further proof that she was up to no good. His eyes raked over her near-naked body. The shudders that shook her body were clearly visible to the naked eye.

  “Please,” she pleaded in a broken whimper. She kept her eyes shut. She suspected that her body would react unconsciously to the wicked glimmer she was sure shone in his gaze.

  “You want me to switch off the egg, my pet?”

  “And take it out! That thing is so big, I’m probably stretched wide enough by now to accommodate a fucking locomotive!”

  Jack’s boisterous laugh brought forth another agonized moan from her. The deep notes of his mirth reached inside to find resonance in her soul.

  Jesus, Jordan! Get a grip. You can’t afford to go all gaga over this man. It’s a job. He’s the job!

  “I’m glad you find my suffering so humorous, Sir,” she bit out and then sighed in relief when the vibrations inside her stopped. She didn’t move, though. She was too highly strung and aroused. One quick shift could cause the hovering orgasm to come crashing down. Since she’d joined the club, she’d learned different techniques to hold back a climax but she’d never been tested to this extent.

  “Not humorous, my pet. Enlightening, yes.” Jack hunched down next to her. “Spread your legs, sub.”

  Jordan opened her eyes. Her head moved in a negative motion. “Not yet. Unless you … ohhh!” She licked her lips as heat surged to her nether regions as a result of the seductive brush of his palm over her inner thigh.

  “Unless I what?” Jack enjoyed the flare of untethered lust that followed every caress of his hand. He trailed a finger upward to flick it back and forth over an extended, swollen nipple. Her gasp was loud in the stairway. The tips were taut and dark red from the constant pressure applied by the fabric stretched tight around the areolas.

  “Give me permission to come,” she whimpered. She caught his hands and tried to pry them from her throbbing breasts. The gentle touch was an electric conduit to the lust that, by now, was raging like a river in full flood inside her loins.

  “Is it really that bad, my pet?” His voice lowered and deepened.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t … oh god,” she wailed as her loins clenched involuntarily. Heat suffused her chest, causing her breathing to puff through her lips.

  “Anything? Hm … far be it from me to remind you that I already expect you to do everything I demand.”

  Jack was having fun, especially when her eyes flashed in response to his taunt. He’d bet his entire knife collection that Jordan Clark hadn’t been a submissive or been in the BDSM lifestyle for long—if at all.

  “Far be it from me to tell you—again—that you’re an asshole,” she moaned and clasped her legs tight against her body, “Sir,” she finished in a puff.

  “Tonight is the night I’m going to fuck the sass right out of your pouty mouth.”

  The guttural promise drew Jordan’s gaze to his. Hers widened in realization and angst
. She’d given her share of blowjobs in her lifetime but in here, her skills would be scoffed at. For one, she’d seen Jack throat-fuck a sub before. She’d been horrified at first and then shocked to her core when it turned to excitement.

  Jack traced her lips with his finger. He forced three digits inside her mouth. He kept pushing until she began to gag. She clawed at his hand but he refused to relent.

  “Relax your throat and your jaw. Push out your tongue and breathe through your nose,” he instructed gruffly, watching tears trailing down her cheeks. His eyes glimmered as she immediately followed his instructions. “Good girl,” he praised. His smile turned devilish. “Remember this feeling, Emerald. My cock is much bigger and it’s going all the way down your throat.” His eyes became hooded; his jaw rigid as he pushed his fingers deeper. Jordan gagged.

  “Now, Emerald. Come for me.”

  Jordan felt her throat close up, robbing her of the ability to breathe. Tears burst from her eyes that were wild with fear.

  “Do what I told you, sub,” Jack rumbled in a deep voice.

  Jordan blinked, slackened her jaw and instinctively swallowed his invading fingers.

  Jack’s pleased smile broke through her panic to toggle at her heart. The thought that she had caused it warmed her from the inside out.

  He pulled her legs apart. His fingers fluttered over her clit. Her hips jerked wildly.

  “Now, Emerald, come.”

  Jordan didn’t have time to question the immediate surge of heat that suffused her body. It shuddered at the feeling of a thousand needle pricks over her skin.

  “Uhh! Fuck!” Her hoarse cry splintered the atmosphere as Jack removed his fingers from her mouth, only to cause her breath to catch as he spread her labia wide open.

  His eyes were as black as tar as he watched the climax splinter her control to pieces. A delighted grin turned his lips upward as the large pear-shaped egg popped out of her vagina to land with a clank on the hardwood floor.

  “Beautiful, Jordan. You’re gorgeous when you climax. Your skin glows with a radiant rosy tint and your delightful pussy turns as dark as sin.”

  Jordan was still battling to find her breath when Jack picked her up and carried her to a secluded corner in the Entertainment Room. He called one of the waiters and ordered drinks and bar snacks.

  Jack drew her onto his lap. The slow circles on her back had a soothing effect on both of them. He refused to acknowledge the warmth that filled his heart when she snuggled closer against his chest and buried her face against his throat. She moaned as his arms tightened around her. He pushed her upright.

  “Hm, let’s give these babies some relief, shall we?” Jordan watched with wide eyes as he gently pried the lace from around her nipples and then tore it open until her breasts were bared.

  “Ah, shit,” she cried as the blood rushed back into the abused vessels. Her cry turned to a carnal moan as Jack pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked, drawing on it deeply before moving to the other for similar treatment.

  “Is that better?”

  “Yes, thank you,” she sighed as he pulled her back against his chest. The even beating of his heart in her ear soothed her to drift off to sleep.

  Jack’s gaze was drawn to the golden river of hair that cascaded down her back. Its silkiness caressed the gentle curve of her spine and the roundness of her hips. Her skin appeared like liquid marble through the green lace. His throat felt dry all of a sudden and convulsed visibly as he tried to swallow.

  Fuck, she’s beautiful.

  Waves of lust swept through him. It sent rapids of testosterone to rush from his brain to his rising tumescent rod. He could still imagine the honeyed taste of her lips and the fervent passion with which she’d kissed him before they’d left for the club. Jack squirmed in the seat. He hadn’t been this aroused by a woman in years. Maybe because with her it was more than a physical attraction. There was something that pulled him to her. A force he didn’t understand. It was dangerous. She wasn’t who she said she was. He couldn’t afford to allow his testosterone to override common sense.

  I need to fuck her, and soon. The quicker I can get rid of this fucking hard-on she has me walking around with, the sooner I’ll be able to think with my gray brain matter and not the one residing in my cock!

  It didn’t slip Jack’s mind that the thought to fuck another sub hadn’t crossed his mind. Then again, he knew she was the only one who would be able to ease the throbbing lust in his loins. Especially as she was the one who caused it.

  “Hiding, Master Black?” The sultry lilt drew Jack’s gaze upward.

  “Just some aftercare, Mistress Pam. You know I prefer quiet spots for that,” he responded. “I assume that’s the D/s contract I asked for?” He nodded at the large envelope she held in her hand.

  “The uncontroversial one, you mean?” Pam sat down next to Jack. His gaze was drawn to the length of her naked legs as she crossed them sensually. As usual, she was dressed to entice in a black and silver corset paired with slinky hot pants and killer heels.

  “You had a contract drawn up?” Jordan asked, having overheard their conversation which had woken her.

  Jack briefly glanced at her. “It’s the norm in this club, my pet.”

  “Yes, but we’re … it’s only a trial,” she ended lamely. She crossed her arms self-consciously over her breasts, which the gorgeous Domme seemed quite enamored with.

  “Which makes it even more important. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings or expectations at the end of the four weeks.” Jack’s attention was on the contract he was examining. He looked at Pamela. “Thanks, Pam, this is exactly what I wanted.”

  “Of course, Master Black. I know how to do my job,” she said with her nose tilted slightly.

  “Of that, I have no doubt.” Jack searched her expression. “Anything you’d like to talk about?” Pamela was never in a bad mood and her reaction triggered an alarm in Jack’s mind.

  Pamela smiled briefly but shook her head. “No, but thanks for asking.”

  “Emerald, this is Mistress Pam, also the Club’s legal advisor. Pam, this is my sub, which of course you know by now.”

  “Yes, and I have to say, Master Black, quite a lovely little kitten.” Pamela glanced at the limit list in her hand. “Is there anything on this list you’d like to change, Emerald? It’s been over a month since you joined and as Master Black’s sub, you might want to reconsider some of your limits.”

  Jordan frowned as she tried to recall the hard limits she had listed. “I don’t think so.” She noticed the smile on Pamela’s lips. “Why? Is there something I should know?”

  “Well,” Pamela scrolled down the list with her finger. “Hm, yes, here it is. You’ve listed a threesome as a hard limit. Master Black, on the other hand, loves ménages.”

  Jordan looked at Jack who returned her stare with indifference. She’d never seen him partake in a threesome to date, but he had disappeared into the private rooms numerous times, so she had no idea what specific kink he was into. She didn’t like the thought of sharing him with other women. Not one bit.

  “As in two-women kind of threesome?”

  “No, my pet. I love a sub sandwiched between me and another Dom. It’s an experience that feels different every time and a very satisfying one as well.”

  Jordan nibbled on the inside of her cheek. She’d never given any thought to ménages, especially as it wasn’t something that would ever happen in her normal life. She wasn’t all too sure it she was brave enough to consider it now. Taking into account she’d never had anal sex before either!

  Come on, Jordan. It’s only four weeks. What are the chances he’d even ask you to do it in such a short time?

  “Ok, I guess it’s something I could try,” she conceded, albeit with trepidation running through her at the prospect.

  Pamela made the notation on the list and passed it to Jordan.

  “Please check the rest and sign at any changes you make.”

  Jordan
had been quite adventurous when she’d signed on, so there wasn’t anything else she felt needed to be amended. She watched Jack sign the contract with firm and sure strokes of the pen. He handed it to her. His signature reflected the man he was. Strong and dark.

  “No,” Jack stopped her when she immediately put pen to paper. “You will read it through properly.”

  “Of course, just to ensure there are no expectations,” Jordan said in a clipped voice and read though the document. She was still in shock that he actually had one drawn up the words were no more than a blur.

  “Exactly.” He was unperturbed by her annoyance. Afterwards, Pamela signed both copies as witness before she handed one copy to Jack.

  “I’ll keep this one on file.” She got up. “Enjoy the evening,” she said as she walked away.

  “Your order, Master Black,” the sub on waiter duty placed the drinks and a basket of crispy rolls, Buffalo wings and tempura shrimp on the table. “I waited until I noticed Emerald woke up. I trust that’s ok?”

  “Thank you, little one.” The young sub visibly swooned in the face of Jack’s charismatic smile. She even made a quick curtsy before she walked away.

  “Come, sit down next to me. Let’s get some sustenance in your stomach.”

  Jack filled a plate and handed it to Jordan before he did the same for himself.

  “That’s not going to fill you up,” Jordan said in-between bites. She’d been amazed at the amount of food he consumed on a daily basis.

  “I’ll survive for a while. We’ll have a proper dinner at the restaurant later. Eat up, Emerald.”

  Silence descended as they ate. Jordan looked around the club. “Is it always this busy on Saturdays?”

  “It’s always this busy most nights.”

  “Are you here every night?” Jordan asked in surprise. She’d only been there on Fridays and Saturdays, and didn’t even realize it was open other nights as well.

  “No, we work on a roster during the week to ensure there are always at least two Senior Masters present on weekdays. We cater to different tastes during the week. Mondays are swinger nights, Tuesdays for the gay community, and Thursdays are couples only night. Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays are open doors for everyone. Sunday is the only day we’re closed.”