Tethered Trust: Book 2 (Limits of Love Series 3)

by Jade Royal

  I couldn’t wait to see the show and to claim my girl. The performance on stage wasn’t what I meant. Tonight, I planned to claim Vanessa in ways that I’ve never demonstrated to her before. When I’d read the words from her, my heart felt relieved. One of the reasons why I’d asked Vanessa to be mine was because I knew I was falling for her. The way that she responded to me, not just sexually, was perfect. Hearing her voice made my day much better. Lately, if she wasn’t in my arms at night, it was hard to sleep.

  I couldn’t ignore the protective instincts that Vanessa had awakened. I wanted to slay the demons of her past, making sure they never appeared in her future. It was time that I showed Vanessa just how much I cherished not only her submission, but her heart as well.

  At 10:25, Shelly took the stage and the music stopped. She was wearing a black, long sheer jacket with a black corset on top and a black skintight skirt. After birthing the twins, Shelly’s curves were even more enticing. She wore black heels that had to be all of four inches high. You couldn’t tell me that she hadn’t been approached by some of the foot worshipping male submissives. I was happy that Harrison was on guard somewhere to protect his woman from the mob because my focus was somewhere else.

  Vanessa.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special treat tonight. The Troop has been practicing diligently to make sure that tonight’s performance would be memorable. Quickly, I’ll need all of their callers to come forward to the front row with their handkerchiefs. Don’t forget to come on the stage to stake your claim.”

  I tucked my handkerchief into my vest and followed Howard to the front row. We all looked at each other, surprised to see some of the candidates. There was me, Howard, Harrison, Marcus, Aiden, Stevie, Tina, Max and Caleb. I now noticed that Shelly had a handkerchief tucked into her corset. It was nice to see that Renee wasn’t just offering her claim to Harrison but to Shelly as well.

  “Fantastic! I’m very pleased to present to you this year’s Troop.”

  The lights died, and Shelly came to stand beside me. When the lights came on, the beams only shined on the stage where all nine submissives stood in the shape of a V. The girls were wearing black corsets and black short shorts, thigh highs and garters with tall heels. The guys wore the short shorts, but they wore black satin bow ties and white shirt collars. They all wore black and silver masks. Their hair was curly, which added to the mystery of which submissive was who. I quickly noticed that they all had a signature item that they wore. Vanessa wore the rope gauntlets. Renee held a crop in her teeth. Carmen wore a white whip at her side. Amy held on to what appeared to be a cane. Sampson held a white candle. I couldn’t make out the other people’s items, but they all had their hands clasped in front of them.

  When the music started, I recognized the song that repeatedly played in my studio. I heard Madonna’s voice, and they began moving to the music. I felt like I’d stepped into a burlesque show. They moved seductively to the music and touched various portions of their body to tease the crowd.

  I watched Vanessa as she moved her hips to the music and acted out the things that she would do to me, hopefully. She pretended to straddle me and ride me slowly while gyrating her hips. She bent over, and I saw the bottom of her cheeks as she spanked them, begging me to take her from behind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Howard start to move forward, and Harrison pulled him back. I understood the territorialism that he was feeling as each dancer dragged a finger from their mouths, down their bodies, and touched between their legs. Quickly, they closed their legs and swayed their hips as they lowered their bodies to the ground. Lying on their backs, they illustrated masturbation before gyrating their hips in the air. They rolled onto their stomachs, and flaunted their asses before grinding against the floor a few times.

  Somewhere in the crowd behind us, there was whistling, hooting, and cheering. I heard a growl and realized that it came from me. At the same time, I swore that someone said “shit.” Slowly, they stood and began showing off their signature items on beat to the music. They then began moving in sync to the music making a tighter V, but the whole thing looked as if they were pulsing together as they snaked their bodies. Thank god, the song was coming to an end.

  They moved down on all fours, looking into the crowd as they moved their asses in a teasing manner. They then slowly lowered their heads to the floor with their hands resting straight ahead of them. They were in the slave position: display, representing their humbleness and availability to us. Vanessa was in front, so I had a perfect view of her profile. Irre-fucking-sistible!

  “Fuck,” I heard Aiden mumble.

  It took a moment before anybody moved. Shelly walked over to Harrison and they ascended the stage together. Tina wasn’t far behind. Leave it to the women to be able to think rationally right now. Shelly rubbed over Renee’s shoulders, and when she looked up, Harrison held out his hand for her to take. As she stood, it triggered the rest of us into action as we boarded the stage to claim what was being offered.

  After that show, how could you not? Shelly kissed Renee before she was taken from the stage by Harrison. Shelly stayed still as the rest of us made our claim. I squatted and palmed Vanessa’s ass. She sucked in a breath and looked up at me. I grinned and held my hand out to her, which she gladly accepted, and I helped her to her feet. The shoes that she wore put her 5’6” frame at almost eye level with my 6’1” height. I led her from the stage tucked to my side. She held on tightly and put her head on my shoulder as we walked. Once the stage was clear, Shelly fanned herself and spoke.

  “What did you guys think about that?”

  The crowd roared enthusiastically. I couldn’t blame them. Talk about hot!

  I led Vanessa to a corner for some privacy. I was done sharing her. It was time to talk about the promise she’d etched into the handkerchief.

  Chapter 32: Vanessa

  Master J found a couch and took me onto his lap. He made sure to place my butt onto his erection and I sighed. Yes, this weekend would be glorious. I leaned my head on his shoulder and noticed some of the other troop members heading in different directions. I watched as Zihanna was lead back into Master Howard’s office, and I could only guess what would happen. Not long after, I saw Master Stevie and Carmen headed in that direction as well. I knew he also had an office in the same vicinity.

  “Vanessa?” Master J summoned.

  “Yes, Daddy?”

  He groaned and lifted my head. He landed another of those soul quenching kisses that I swore made my entire body zing. I was wet, ready, and he was adding fuel to the blazing fire. That dance was for him alone, no matter who else got to witness it. It was more than enough to get my juices flowing.

  When he pulled away, I was dizzy with lust, and all I could think about was him thrusting inside of me. It was even harder to concentrate because I was branded by him. The rope around my wrists demonstrated that I belonged to him.

  “Please?” I begged. Honestly, I didn’t know what I was asking for specifically. I only knew that if it had anything to do with him, I was all about it.

  “You enjoy putting on that show?” he asked hoarsely.

  My Daddy’s voice was thick with desire. It was deep, throaty, and coarse. I had done that to him. He wanted me on a deeper level than he’d wanted me before. I knew because he’d never seemed this wild. His kisses, even though he controlled me, were still rougher, animalistic, and raw. It was as if the rope of control had snapped and I was the only thing that anchored him.

  For the first time, I understood what it meant to belong to him. It was one thing to be a submissive, and another thing to be owned. You held the power of that one specific person. It was a deeper level of trust that went beyond what anybody could ever teach. You could only understand it if you had experienced it. I knew at this moment that the decision that I’d made to be his was one that I wouldn’t regret.

  “For you, Daddy.” I nibbled his neck, feeling a bit naughty.

  “Speaking of ‘Daddy’, you wa
nt to explain this, girl?” Master J held up his handkerchief and I smiled.

  “What would you like to know?”

  “What does it mean?”

  “Would you like for me to read it?” I asked. I hoped that it was more than obvious to him, but if he wanted me to break it down, I was more than happy to.

  “Yes, actually I would.” He tried to hand it to me, but I shook my head.

  Instead of taking it, I kneeled before him as I’d done so many times before and recited while looking into his eyes.

  “My Daddy vows to cherish, love, and protect me.

  As his girl, I vow to serve, love, and respect him.

  -Your sweet Nessa.”

  Master J stared at me, and I saw his jaw move as he worked it. “Go grab your things. We’re leaving.”

  “But Daddy, I haven’t changed into my other outfit. You spent all of that money so that I could look nice for you. It’d be a shame not to wear it.” I smiled mischievously.

  “I don’t give two fucks about that outfit. Let’s go.” I held back my laughter at his outburst, but it was difficult. It was a real ego booster for a girl, though.

  “Please, Sir?” I pleaded. I wasn’t ready to leave, although I did want him to use me in as many ways as possible. “If you’ll have me, I’ll be at your feet all weekend.”

  “You expect me to walk around all night like this?” Master J took my hand and put it against his crotch.

  “No, Sir.” I closed my eyes, trying to reel in my own needs. “I’d love to relieve you if you’ll let me.”

  Master J stood, and his erection was at eye level. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. If he would have pulled it out right there, I would have satisfied him. Instead, he pulled me to my feet and led me to the theme rooms. All of the doors were locked, so he took me in a direction I’d never seen before. The rooms appeared to be classrooms of some sort.

  The first room that we came to was occupied by a woman who was thrusting inside of a man from behind. Further inspection showed that it was Matheis and Mistress Tina. The second room was occupied by a man whose back was to the door. I squinted and was pretty sure that he was Aiden, which would mean that the person on their knees in front of him was Sampson. I smiled because I knew that Sampson needed Aiden as much as he needed air. My thoughts stopped as we came to a room that was apparently free. Master J led us in and shut the door quickly.

  We didn’t even get far enough into the room before he was pushing me to my knees while unbuttoning his pants. When his erection was free, I didn’t wait for the verbal greenlight, I just went in for the kill. Master J groaned as I wet him immediately. His raw lust had fueled mine and I was ready for anything that he threw my way. After a few minutes of lavishing his shaft, he stood me up and bent me over the large table that was in the room. My shorts were pushed to the floor and I heard a condom being put in place.

  I tried to help the process, but I was pushed back onto the table where he entered me hard and fast. I lost focus quickly. I didn’t fight it; I just held on as he used me to find relief. My legs quivered, and I could feel my juices as I leaked down my thighs. I was going to be a mess when this was over, and I didn’t care. I wanted more than anything for him to be satisfied, and it didn’t matter what I looked like afterward. I’d turned him into this madman that was pulling my hair, biting my shoulder, and pounding against my backside. My whole body throbbed, and though I moaned my pleasures, I never asked for anything. This was for him and him alone. I’ll admit that I came twice, but how could I not. We were both riding a high so intense that nothing else mattered.

  As he finished, he pulled my hair, putting my ear at the same level as his mouth, and as he came he told me how much my Daddy loved his girl. My third orgasm, the one that was slightly out of my reach, rushed forward, blinding me completely. I screamed as I came, but like a good girl, I told him that I loved him, too. He calmed, and as he did, he placed kisses down my exposed back while holding on to me at the waist. He helped me get dressed and wiped off before I headed to a shower to wash away our love making.

  I grabbed my bag and I got dressed carefully. I wanted sex all over again and playing the good girl wasn’t going to get it. I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom and smiled at the costume that fit better than I planned. Even though I’d gotten the rope wet when I showered, I’d dried my hands under the hand dryer causing them to tighten again. It put my body back at a light hum anticipating anything else that could possibly happen. I exited the bathroom feeling bold and went in search of my Daddy.

  Chapter 33: Vanessa

  I walked into the main area of the club and there were a few scenes set up randomly around the room. Mostly, people were socializing and having fun. I walked by a mirror on the right and had to take a minute to acknowledge how I was rocking this outfit. I wore a black corset that had small chains that swayed across my sides, accentuating my breasts. The front of it had three silver clasps down the middle of some ancient design. The bottom of the corset had eyelet holes going all the way around, drawing attention to my hips. I paired it with a mid-length bustle skirt that was also black and showed my satin cheeky panties. My thighs showcased the garter straps that were hooked to my lace thigh highs. Black knee high “fuck me” boots took my shorter 5’6” frame over 6’. The white stitched buckles, heels, and eyelets that ran up the front of my boot, drew attention to my long legs. I’d laced my boots with rope to match my gauntlets and to hopefully drive Master J to more wicked thoughts.

  My one-inch satin choker had a silver ring in the front. A silver chain ran through the ring and draped over my neck. A silver rose hung from the front of the choker. Staring at the choker in the mirror, I envisioned Master J’s finger in the ring, pulling me closer as I sucked his cock. A shiver raced through my body as I tried to control my thoughts.

  One day, I hoped that he’d claim me with his collar. Sometimes, when he grabbed me by the neck, it made me wonder if he feels the same way. We’ve never discussed it before, but it was the way that I’d truly wanted to be claimed. Being collared was an unrealistic fantasy. The fact that I’d have to leave Master J if I were ever found by Alphonso’s goons confirmed it.

  My finishing touch was the mask that covered my right eye and the brow of my left. Under the left eye were several chains that connected from the left of the mask to the flap that covered my nose. The top right portion mirrored a butterfly wing and curled to the side of my head with black feathers coming from it. The whole thing drove home my steampunk theme. My hair was pulled up into a bun on top of my head, showing off my neck and my chain earrings. Master J loved to kiss my neck so, to please him; I’d left ample space for his enjoyment.

  Looking around, I didn’t find Master J, and as I walked, Carmen and Renee ran up to me, hugging each arm. I looked at them in confusion.

  “You look amazing, chica!” Renee complimented.

  Renee was wearing a red corset with a black leather belt, black lace wide leg pants with a red panty to match her corset. Her heels were easily four inches of red patent leather sexiness. Her mask was red and only covered one side of her face. Her lipstick was bright red and would probably drive Master Harrison and Mistress X insane.

  “I’m definitely digging the steampunk that you and Master J are sporting tonight.”

  “Speaking of Master J, have you seen him?”

  “Not since he stole you off to have passionate sex,” Carmen chimed in. She wore a long, form fitting dress that was royal blue and had a split that came up to her hip. The matching panties did little to cover up all her curves. Her shoes had to be over four inches high, making her tower over Renee and me. They had rhinestones all over them as well. Carmen’s hair was up in two reversed side rolls and the back of her hair was long and curly. She looked very 1930s vintage.

  “Hush and quit goading me, you two.”

  “We’ll help you look for him.” We walked through the main room searching for Master J, when Carmen suggested we look toward the back where
scenes were taking place. After watching a few of the scenes, we found Master J monitoring a scene in a corner. I knew better than to interrupt, but then I noticed that the submissive involved in the scene was Lynn. I stopped moving and it caught the girls’ attention.

  “Is that Lynn and Master Majesty?” Carmen asked.

  “Yes... it... is...” Renee spat. “He’s new to the club, and I bet he has no clue what he’s doing with her. She’s a conniving wench!”

  “That doesn’t explain why Master J is supervising the scene,” I admitted.

  Carmen scoffed at me. “It does. Master Majesty is clueless, and she probably suggested to him that Master J would monitor the scene. In turn, Master J probably agreed to the scene not knowing that she was the submissive involved. Think about it, Master J is head over heels in love with you. Why would he really be watching a scene with her in it?”

  “I don’t know. Seems like a possibility,” I agreed.

  “Hey, girlies!” Sampson sashayed over to us with a big ol’ smile on his face.

  “Did someone get lucky?” I asked.

  “I wake up lucky, honey.” He looked around at the things that were going on around us. “What are we gossiping about?”

  Carmen filled him in on the situation and he clucked his tongue. “Girlfriend, he doesn’t want anything to do with her. Look how bored his expression is. It looks nothing like that when he’s watching you. Let’s go get some champagne.”

  We walked over to the servants and all grabbed glasses of champagne. I thought about the fact that I probably should have asked Master J if I could drink, but then I thought about the fact that he didn’t talk to me about the scene that he was monitoring with his ex, either.

  “Oh, this is my jam! Let’s dance.” Sampson ushered us to the dance floor and we partied to some metal song.

  It wasn’t bad, and I could understand the words. After actually listening, I realized that it was the song “Sweet Dreams.” The four of us danced together, grooving to the music. I sang the song as we danced against one another. There weren’t many people on the dancefloor, so we created our own party. A few of the other submissives came over to dance with us. We whirled around, dancing ourselves into a frenzied mess. By the time that the song ended, we were all out of breath but too energized to care. When the next song played, it was Prince’s “1999”. We cheered on the DJ, who seemed to enjoy the fact that somebody was using his music for more than keeping the rhythm of their scenes.