Master of Mine: Masters of Haven Book One

by Dark, Raven

  Damn, he was good at this roleplay thing. It was a tossup which was the bigger thrill, that he used Zoe to allow her a reason not to fight while staying in role, or that he drew Archer into it in such a realistic way.

  Gwen fought a shaky smile and dropped her arms.

  Nick nodded wordlessly to the shackles.

  The implications were clear. She had no choice but to let him imprison her.

  Gwen could imagine the idea behind this scene. Nick and Zoe were not Dom and sub. He was a man out for a night of twisted fun, one in which he and Archer had planned to kidnap Gwen, rendering Zoe helpless so that she couldn’t interfere. So that she could do nothing but watch whatever Archer did to her. Gwen’s muscles coiled with longing to see what filthy things Archer would do to her when he finally showed up and found her bound to that wall.

  Helpless.

  Knees weak, Gwen crossed the room to the wall.

  Nick barely gave her a chance to reach it before he grabbed her arm and clapped a manacle around her wrist. The cuff left her arm stretched out above her head. He closed the shackle with a key left in the lock.

  Gwen twisted and yanked on the cuff, but it didn’t give. Tight enough to offer no resistance, the metal felt snug and cold and unyielding against her skin. A short length of chain allowed her to stand no more than a few inches from the wall without offering any hope of escape.

  “I can’t wait to see what he does to you.” Nick’s voice dripped with anticipation. He cuffed her other wrist so that she stood with her arms splayed above her. “He’s gonna go crazy seeing you like this.”

  She just bet he would. Her pussy clenched.

  “Let me go, Nick.” She injected fear into her voice.

  He tugged playfully on her curls. “Don’t go anywhere now.” An inflection in his tone told her he was smiling. “Won’t be long now.”

  “Won’t be long until what?” The tremor in her voice wasn’t an act.

  Without answering, she heard him walk across the floor toward Zoe. There was a pause. Zoe let out a trembling groan. There was a slap—Nick’s hand on her ass, it sounded like.

  “Behave, wife. Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

  Zoe whimpered, and Gwen suspected it was at least partly real.

  Before Gwen could work out what to do next, the door she and Nick had come through opened behind her.

  “Welcome to the party. There she is, ready and waiting for you.” She had the impression Nick had nodded to her.

  Gwen tried to turn her head to see, but even with her neck craned around, the doors were out of her line of sight.

  The doors snicked shut. Footsteps scuffed across the floor, the slow, almost noiseless steps she recognized as Archer’s. Gwen’s heart sped up, an erratic beat against her ribs. The footsteps stopped behind her, leaving her no choice but to stand there and wait to see what he did next.

  “Have you been giving Nick trouble, sweet thing?” Archer’s lips tickled her ear. “Do I need to punish you for being uncooperative?” Slowly, his hands slid over her waist, squeezing. The warmth of his huge palms heated her skin through her dress. Her muscles turned to putty in his hands.

  Gwen licked her lips. She had to fight not to squirm into him, inviting his touch. “Let me go, Archer.”

  He hummed in his throat and his hands slid over the slope of her ass, massaging and then squeezing hard enough to make her curse. The pain sent a drugging need through her.

  “And let you miss all the fun?” He gave a sadistic chuckle. “Not gonna happen.”

  Gwen snapped her head to the side. “What?” she rasped.

  She got the feeling that by fun, he wasn’t referring to only what he did to her, or even whatever Nick might do to Zoe.

  Once more, she heard the door open.

  Oh, fuck.

  Feet shuffled again. Voices murmured, maybe a dozen people, and chairs creaked.

  Her eyes closed, her breathing erratic. They had an audience.

  The first bite of panic set in, but she tamped it down. The stalker can’t get in. This place is secure, guarded. He doesn’t know where we are. It felt good to realize how easy it was to remind herself of this, to take back her life.

  “You’re not getting out of here until I get what I want.” Archer’s gruff voice drew her back into the scene, wrapping around her.

  One of his hands rode up her front and squeezed her breast until she hissed between her teeth. The pain drove all thoughts of the stalker away. Her knees quaked with desperation and her core throbbed. “Not until I’ve had my fill of you.”

  Damn. If she hadn’t been chained to the wall, she would have dropped to her knees. The words dripped possession, the promise that she was his to use as he saw fit.

  “See?” Nick’s voice rang out behind her. “He’s going to rip her apart, and you get to hear her getting fucked until he’s had enough.”

  Zoe let out a groan of protest. A pause, and Nick’s feet shuffled. Another pause, and then a hard, loud thwack reverberated through the room.

  A pained whine escaped Zoe. Gwen’s heart thudded. She knew that sound from the sessions at The Sanctuary. Nick was paddling Zoe’s ass.

  Unable to see the couple, with only the sounds to tell her what was happening, Nick’s actions only made everything Archer did to her all the hotter.

  “You’re both sick. Stop this, Archer. Let me go!” Gwen injected plenty of outrage into her voice.

  “Shut the fuck up.” Archer licked the side of her face, and the heat of his tongue burned her cheek. He shoved his hand down the front of her dress palming her breast roughly and tweaking her nipple until it hardened to the point of pain. He did the same with the other nipple until she mewled and squirmed against him. “You know you want to get fucked.”

  Yes. Oh, yes. Gwen bit her lip to hold back a moan. “Please. Don’t…”

  Behind her, Nick’s paddle cracked down on Zoe’s ass again. She whimpered. He did it again, and the sound she let out rang with protest, but it was impossible to miss the raw need in it.

  Further back into the room, a chair shifted, reminding her of the audience.

  “All those people are going to watch you take my cock,” Archer said, fisting her hair. The sting had her pussy dripping. The thought of him forcing her to accept it while a room full of people watched him use her up drove her mad with need.

  Archer’s hands fisted the front of Gwen’s dress and ripped it open. Her breasts spilled out and he squeezed each one, pinching each hardened bud until she hissed between her teeth.

  “These perfect tits. Shit.” He growled deep in her ear. “You’re made for fucking.”

  Thinking it was his mistake not to cuff her feet, she kicked, managing to stomp on his foot. “Get off!”

  A low growl of warning left him and Archer yanked her head back harder. The sting licked at her clit.

  “Don’t kick.” His voice was mean and dark and hot. “Kick me again, and I’ll smack you across the fucking face.”

  “Jesus Christ, Archer!” Her role almost dropped. Her blood blazed until she was almost ready to pass out from arousal.

  He probably wouldn’t give her more than a light swat on the cheek, but he sure made it sound like he’d hurt her. Knowing it was part of the act made her long to feel the bite of his palm across her skin.

  “You want me, don’t you?” His teeth grazed her neck, spiking her need. “You want me right up in your tight little ass, don’t you, sweet thing?”

  Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

  Someone was breathing heavily. Was it Master Hex? Was he in here? Was the host getting off on this? She realized she wanted it to be, and her cheeks flamed.

  “No. Please, I don’t want that. You know how much it hurts.” She tried to make her breathy, needy voice sound fearful.

  Archer moaned as if it turned him on.

  Another swat with the paddle across the room. Zoe made a keening sound.

  Slowly, Archer’s hands slid around Gwen’s waist and dow
n her thighs. Nails digging into her tender flesh, he pushed her dress up to her waist. She panted, her wrists twisting in the shackles until the metal bit into her skin. The helplessness of it made her feel lightheaded with arousal.

  In one swift movement, Archer tore her panties away with a snapping and tearing of cloth, baring her ass for him. A single swat from his palm set one cheek on fire. The sting slicked her sex. She whimpered.

  She heard at least a few people’s breaths catch, and someone swore.

  “Such a gorgeous ass.” Archer smacked the other cheek.

  Unable to resist pushing him, Gwen kicked out again. “Stop!”

  He growled and shoved her legs apart. His fingers grazed her wet center long enough to make her squirm. Then his belt clinked, and his zipper ground down. The head of his cock taunted her aching core.

  Every nerve in Gwen flared to life. So long she’d gone without feeling him inside her that her whole body felt like it was on fire. She panted, almost begging him to fuck her right there. Instead, she yanked on the chains and twisted in his grip.

  “Your pussy’s going to feel so good. Weeks, you’ve been teasing me, tempting me. Now you’re gonna get the good hard fucking you deserve.”

  Gwen almost came from his words alone. She didn’t know how she kept in role. “You fuck, get off!”

  “Fuck, yeah.” He entered her with one swift thrust.

  Pleasure ripped through her and Gwen screamed, the role forgotten.

  Archer yanked her backward and bent her over as much as he could with only inches of space from the wall. His feet wedged hers apart, adding to the helplessness of the shackles on her wrists. Then his hands grabbed her shoulders, trapping her in place while he slid in and out of her in long, slow, hungry strokes.

  “See what’s happening to her?” Nick’s gruff voice. She’d almost forgotten he was there. “See the way he fucks her like she’s all his? I love watching Archer work.”

  There was the clink of a belt and then a zipper going down. Zoe let out the most convincing moan of protest she’d ever heard.

  Meanwhile, Archer pumped in and out of Gwen, ignoring her mewls. Sometimes he alternated his thrusts with slow grinding, a man taking his time with his trapped victim, enjoying every greedy stroke.

  Yes, oh yes. “No. No, no…”

  He hummed in his throat and swiveled his hips hungrily as if the words she chanted made him hotter. His hands gripped her shoulders in a crushing hold, and it only took her higher.

  Across the room, Nick gave a grunt. Zoe made deep gagging noises.

  Oh, God, Nick was fucking her mouth. Gwen panted helplessly.

  “You hear what’s happening?” Archer’s teeth scraped her ear. “Listen to him fuck her mouth like an animal.”

  He was right. Nick’s grunts were deep and guttural and fast, the pommel horse rattled,, and Zoe’s gags were frantic. He was savaging her mouth. The sounds of it seemed to make Archer more wild because he groaned and pounded Gwen harder.

  Fuck, this was hot.

  Archer’s fingers slid through her sopping folds, strumming her clit until she cried out and ground hungrily against his tormenting touch.

  “That’s it. Show them all how much you love getting fucked.”

  Gwen’s need mounted and her role shattered. She tossed her head and bucked wildly.

  The torrent of her release rushed up, white hot. Then just when she was about to careen over the edge, Archer pulled out of her, his hand drifted from her pussy, and he crushed her to him, his breathing harsh.

  After so long waiting for him, he wouldn’t let her come. Damn him.

  “Archer, no…” It took everything in her to make the resistance sound real instead of as if she was begging for more.

  “Shut your fucking mouth.” He unbound her hands and the shackles clinked.

  Now was the time to fight, but when she spun toward him, her knees gave way, and she dropped, panting.

  Kneeling on the floor, Gwen’s head lifted, and her eyes widened.

  Every chair across the room, of which there must have been at least ten, was occupied. There were more people standing behind and beside the chairs, a few near the back wall or the door. She caught sight of a man rubbing his crotch in the front row. Master Hex was there, too, standing by a door at the back, his eyes intense on her and Archer, but mostly on her. There was a red-haired woman kneeling at his feet in a collar and leash, the chain gripped in Hex’s hand. He was sweeping the fronds of a cat o’ nine tails across her alabaster bare shoulder.

  That Archer allowed people to watch her so freely made her pussy ache all over again.

  “You like having people watch you getting fucked?” His rough voice snapped her back to him.

  Without him driving her mad, the awareness of her role here came back to her.. “Fuck you.” She threw her fist at his crotch.

  Archer blocked the punch easily. He seized her hair. She gasped at the flash of pain.

  “You’re gonna pay for that. Get up.” He hauled her to her feet by the hair. Gwen cried out, half pain, half pleasure.

  He rushed her to the bed. She gasped as he shoved her onto it.

  So fucking hot.

  The urge to push him further was impossible to ignore. Gwen aimed a punch for his chest. Archer caught her arm easily. She swung the other at his face. Swatting both attacks away like flies, he slapped her cheek with his palm just hard enough to burn. It stunned her, sapping the fight out of her and turning her blood hot.

  Gwen panted up at him. How the hell was he so damn sexy?

  He spun her onto her stomach and yanked her until her ass was at the edge of the bed.

  The perfect position for him.

  She almost came. It took all her effort to keep up the fight. She flailed and kicked.

  “You think you can get away with hitting me?” he growled. “I taught you everything you know, little one. You’d never win against me.”

  Oh, God, she could have died. The reminder of the real power dynamic that existed between them, that he really was her fucking teacher, and he really had taught her how to fight, threatened to make her explode in a white hot shower of pure need.

  Her sensei was using his power over her, his far weaker student, to get what he wanted. The man was crazy, and he was brilliant, and she loved him. So much.

  She howled a protest. “Master Archer, please, please stop!”

  The aroused rumble he let out told her he realized what she’d said, and the meaning in it. Archer pinned her wrists to the bed with one hand, trapped her legs apart with his, and pressed her cheek to the mattress with his big palm. “That’s fine, sweet thing, I’ll just fuck your ass harder.”

  Oh, God. Either he fucked her now, or she’d weep for needing him. “Archer, don’t do this! I’ll cooperate, just fuck me the other way!”

  “No.” He pressed harder on her cheek, trapping it. “You take it how I want it.”

  A loud moan from Zoe rang out. Flesh slapped flesh. Zoe cried out as if what Archer was doing to Gwen made her needier. Archer crushed Gwen into the bed with his frame, ignoring her struggles.

  “Shit, you’re such a good fuck.” He pushed her legs further apart with his and his cock teased her puckered hole. “Can’t get enough of this ass.”

  Needing him savage, needing to rile him, she tried to close her legs, tried to reach around and punch him in the side or the thigh.

  “Oh, yeah?” He yanked her arms behind her. “Don’t you fucking hit me. Open your legs.”

  The gruffness of his voice… Damn, she was so wet. She pressed her thighs.

  He rumbled darkly and shoved her knees apart. “Open your fucking legs or I’ll tie your fucking hands behind your back.”

  She groaned and turned it into a frightened sound, going slack. He tore her dress off her shoulder, bit it, and she groaned. His cockhead tormented her back opening. He slicked his cock with her juices and she heard the wet, sluicing sound as he stroked himself.

  Gwen held her breat
h, bracing for the pain, panting for the pleasure. “No, Archer, no. It hurts.”

  He slid in slowly, so slowly, as if he was trying to go easy on her and minimize the pain, as if he was enjoying or perhaps tormenting her. Gwen keened at the sharp sting of pain and clutched the blanket while her hips lifted up to give him more.

  Archer buried himself inside her, slapping her ass and grinding slowly into her, stroking nerves she never knew she had.

  Across the room, Nick was grunting savagely again. Zoe was whimpering. As if the sounds stoked Archer’s arousal, he growled in pleasure, clapped one ass cheek hard and pounded faster.

  “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah.”

  Gwen mewled, far beyond any ability to think about resisting. Her thighs shook and her legs thrashed. Archer wedged them wide and ground deeper, his pelvis rubbing against her ass cheeks.

  “My little anal slut.” He bit her shoulder and licked her face with a groan.

  The name sent her soaring over the edge. She was. She whined in pleasure.

  “Yeah, you love it.” He reared up and went crazy, fucking her like an animal.

  “Oh, God, Archer!” Her hips bucked, and she gripped the blanket in her fists, tossing her head. “Fuck, so good!”

  “Fuck, Gwen!” He roared and pounded her viciously. The bed thumped.

  Nick went wild, grunting, panting and cursing, and Zoe’s screams peeled, echoing off the walls. The pommel horse shook violently.

  Gwen flew over the edge, thrashing, and Archer gave her a handful of thrusts and roared in release.

  Archer shoved his hand between her and the mattress and his fingers strummed her sopping clit, drawing out her orgasm. She’d been so desperate for him, so depraved of him for so long that when she came apart again, she went over the edge so hard she wept.

  She thought she heard Hex curse in delight.

  “Wow. That good, huh?” Archer crooned, dropping kisses on her shoulder.

  Panting, she slumped against the bed, nodding.

  Archer collapsed on top of her. He kissed her cheek, running his warm palm down her back. “Damn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”