Safe Word: Oasis 5: Mina's Heart

by Michele Zurlo

  Mina relaxed on Pete’s lap as she concentrated on Eva.

  The perky blonde rolled her eyes in ecstasy and made a quiet, high-pitched noise in the back of her throat. “Damn, girl. You are seriously good at this.”

  “Yeah,” Pete agreed. “She usually only makes those sounds for me.”

  Mina stiffened a little until she realized they were joking with her. She smiled up at Pete. “Maybe next time I’ll have to put ‘tit massage’ down as one of my second-round offerings. We’ll see what kinds of sounds she makes then.”

  From the look on Pete’s face, he was already picturing it in his head.

  “All right, everybody. We’ll take a break and get some food. Round two begins in twenty minutes.” Ever’s announcement interrupted anything Pete might have said, and for that, Mina was glad. She wasn’t adept at playful banter. Already she was out of her league with Pete and Eva.

  Ever handed Sydney her brush and crossed over to where Mina was just getting up from Pete’s lap. He scooped her up and kissed her hungrily. She melted into his embrace and opened to his questing tongue.

  People flowed around them, heading to the food table, the bathroom, or over to where Ever had arranged the two L-shaped sofas so that they faced each other in a loose square. It ruined the symmetry of the room, but it allowed for the large card table to take up half the space.

  When he released her, Mina buried her face in his neck. He played his fingers through her hair and down her spine.

  “You okay?”

  Reluctant to remove herself from him, she nodded.

  He pulled her head back and searched her eyes, a slight frown marring his chin. “Really okay?”

  “Yeah. You’re right. Pete’s not so bad, and Eva’s pretty nice.” She was glad Jessalyn hadn’t chosen her for anything. The woman had lost badly, and she’d ended up giving more than one massage and painting Isla’s toenails. It was karma biting her on the ass for being so hostile toward Mina. It made Mina feel a little better.

  * * * *

  The second round had a more playful tone. Most of the group warmed up to Mina, especially since she proved herself to be a graceful loser. The cards had worked against her, and almost everybody had some of her chips. She hoped they’d been spread around thinly so that fewer people could cash them in for favors.

  Ever eyed her tiny pile of chips. “You are not a good poker player.”

  It wasn’t her first time. John had liked to have their friends over for games every now and again. She shrugged. “Sometimes luck is good, and sometimes it isn’t. Hopefully I’ll do better next round.”

  He lifted his brows. “You don’t have to play it, you know. I’ll understand if you want to bow out. It’s probable that Wild and Lydia won’t play. Pete and Eva probably won’t either.”

  That was likely because Eva had been running off at the mouth, testing out the waffle and biscuit theories. In the last ten minutes alone, she’d called Pete a whore biscuit and a twat waffle. The way he’d growled at her when she’d called him a vagina waffle had cemented the certainty of her punishment.

  Mina wondered whether he’d wait until they got home or if he’d do it in front of everybody. She thought back to the spanking Ever had given her and decided she didn’t want to witness Eva’s punishment. She would be mortified if Ever did that in front of an audience, and she would be mortified for Eva if Pete were to turn her over his knee right now.

  “I don’t see the harm,” she said. “Perhaps you’ll win enough of my chips to put me in a masturbation race.”

  He pursed his lips. “Or somebody else will.”

  There was no way she could win the race, no matter who cashed in that prize. However, she couldn’t dismiss his concern. “I won’t play if you don’t want me to.”

  Ever shook his head, refusing to commit to a preference. “This is your decision. I just don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you don’t want to do.”

  She still had a lot to prove if she wanted to be accepted by his friends, and she needed their approval if she had any chance of a future with him. Besides, she was having fun. “I want to. It’s been enjoyable so far.”

  Micah pushed a huge pile of chips into the center of the table, and he kept his hard gaze glued to Jessalyn. “Bondage for a round, babe. Let’s see how well you play when you can’t move.”

  Her eyes bugged out a little. Sara patted her hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you out.”

  Jessalyn swallowed, and for the first time that night, her entire demeanor mellowed. “You’re doing the rigging?”

  Micah grinned.

  “Nothing uncomfortable. And I get to have one hand free so I can still play.”

  Micah rose from his chair and disappeared into the playroom. “Ever, I’m going to borrow some rope.”

  “Help yourself.” Ever shuffled the piles of chips in front of him. Mina noticed he had a significant number of Sydney’s and Sara’s. He pushed them toward the center of the table. “Ladies, it’s time to get naked.”

  Mina started, staring at Ever as if she’d never seen him. She wanted to demand an explanation, but she didn’t think that would go over well. He ignored her.

  Both of the women stood up. Sydney stripped away her teddy in two moves, revealed every inch of her curvy body. Mina watched, fascinated, as Sydney drank in the attention she garnered. Sara followed suit, though Mina noticed that she only seemed to be paying attention to Jude’s reaction.

  Pete shoved a pile forward containing chips from Lydia and Wilder. “Wilder spanks Lydia.”

  Jude played his chips next. “Sara, since you’re already naked, I’m going to flog your breasts.” He raised his voice to shout through the open door to the playroom. “Micah, grab a flogger.”

  Lydia went next. She had a huge pile in front of her, though Mina noted that she seemed to have more chips than had been there a few minutes beforehand. Wilder had fewer. She scooted them toward Mina. “You get a breast massage. Everett will do the honors or designate someone else.”

  Micah returned with a coil of thick rope. He tossed a flogger to his brother on the way. The corners of Sara’s mouth turned down, and Mina’s heart went out to the woman. Though if she hadn’t wanted to be flogged, she probably shouldn’t have put it down on her card.

  Ever patted his knee. “Come on over here, honey. I promise I’ll do a good job.”

  She tried to sit so that she was turned toward him as much as possible without straddling him, but he turned her so that her back was against his chest. He pushed the straps holding her teddy on her shoulders down. The stretchy material didn’t protest as he extracted her arms and folded down the top to expose her breasts.

  “You know, Isla, it occurs to me that Eva is still wearing clothes.” Ever made his casual observation in the same tone he might use to point out that the lines on the sides of a road had been repainted.

  Isla shook her head. “We can’t have that. No subs should remain clothed for the third round. It just seems wrong somehow. Unnatural.”

  She shoved a small pile forward. “This should do it. Eva, why don’t you give your Master your clothes? I’m sure he can find a more fitting use for them.”

  Mina hadn’t recalled Jessalyn or Lydia being told to expose themselves, but as she watched, Micah peeled away Jessalyn’s corset and hose. Wilder placed a pile of towels in the center of the table. Mina hadn’t noticed him leaving or returning.

  One by one, the subs took towels and put them down on their seats. Micah began looping rope around Jessalyn, binding her at the ankles, knees, and waist first.

  Ever’s hands closed over her breasts, bringing his brand of sweet heat. Until then, Mina had forgotten that her breasts were exposed. Now that every submissive except Lydia was naked, she didn’t feel so self-conscious.

  He squashed her breasts against her chest until she sucked in a breath. It didn’t hurt, but it did make her nipples pucker into hard little points. Then he moved his hands and began kneading the muscles a
round her breasts. It felt so good that Mina couldn’t suppress a moan.

  Next to them, Wilder had scooted his chair back. He directed Lydia to bend over his legs and brace her hands on the floor. Mina knew some people really liked this kind of thing, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why they would find it appealing enough to try in the first place.

  Ever cupped his hands around her rib cage, rubbing there in a way that managed to be both relaxing and erotic. Her breasts felt swollen, and her pebbled nipples begged for attention.

  Wilder flipped Lydia’s skirt up and ran his palms over her bare, chocolate cheeks. He raised his hand, and Mina looked away. She wondered if his handprint would show up on her dark skin.

  In the other direction, Micah had finished binding Jessalyn. Ropes covered much of her body, but her breasts bulged from between strands left deliberately wide enough to keep them exposed. As Mina watched, Isla rolled one nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Jessalyn whimpered as the Domme pulled and pinched.

  Next to her, Sara sat in a chair, her hands tied behind it. Jude had turned her so that she faced outward, and Mina could only see the back of her. He swung the flogger, and she dropped her head back with a groan of pleasure. From Mina’s vantage point, it appeared as if she had spread her legs as well. From the gleam in his eyes, Jude looked like he was enjoying the show.

  A loud smack sounded from her other side. The sound of a spanking was louder and harsher than the soft swish of the flogger sailing through the air. Mina couldn’t stop herself from looking back at Lydia.

  Wilder didn’t spank her quickly. He paused between each one and ran his palm over the area he’d just abused. Lydia moaned loudly. Sara made several short, high-pitched noises. Mina swung her head back and forth, barely aware of Ever’s hands until she felt his fingers parting the lips of her pussy.

  Her waist was still below the level of the table. Though this wasn’t part of the prize, she didn’t protest. Not only did she have trouble denying Ever anything he wanted, but she didn’t think anybody was paying attention to her. Between Sara and Lydia, the demonstrations were turning pretty erotic.

  Sara muttered something over and over that sounded like “please.” Lydia thanked Wilder for each spank. She even lifted her ass for more. Though it was turned away, Mina swore that many of his blows landed on her pussy.

  Between her legs, Ever eased two fingers into her vagina. He pumped them in and out, assuming a leisurely pace. Soon the noises in the room—pleas, moans, smacks, and slaps—melted together. Mina rested her head back against Ever’s shoulder.

  “Please, Master. Let me come.”

  Abruptly, everything in the room stopped. Ever withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. Wilder set Lydia on her seat, where she had already placed a towel. Jude turned Sara back to face the table, her reddened breasts bearing evidence of her payment.

  “Beautiful,” Pete said. He folded his hands on the table and nodded his approval. “Just enough to make them desperate. Will there be a third round?”

  “I’m in. Who’s dealing?” Mina looked around the room, but everyone seemed preoccupied.

  On the other side of the table, Eva smiled. She had dealt the second round. She pushed the cards toward Mina. “Why don’t you take a turn? I think Pete and I will sit this one out.”

  Pete got to his feet. “I’ll sit. You won’t be able to.”

  Ever shook his head. “Ten-minute break.”

  Upstairs, Mina took an ice cube from the freezer and put it in her mouth. She knew Ever had turned the heat up. She’d expected to be warm, not hot. Thanks to his extraspecial massage, she was burning up. If he came into the room, bent her over the counter, and fucked her hard, she would be very happy.

  Lydia came into the room instead. “We’re about to get started. Generally, we stay downstairs until the party is over. And subs should always be available to their masters.”

  She turned to go, probably expecting Mina to follow her. Mina reached out and grabbed Lydia’s arm. “Wait. I have to know. Does it hurt?”

  Slowly, Lydia turned back. Her brows were drawn together, creased with confusion. “Does what hurt?”

  “Your…” Mina looked in the general direction of Lydia’s rear end.

  “My ass? Pleasantly so. Hasn’t Ever spanked you yet?” She cocked her head to one side.

  Mina shook her head. “We don’t do any of that. Just bondage and bossiness. He spanked me once for disobeying him. I don’t understand how you could ever enjoy something like that.” Yet Lydia had been obvious in her pleasure.

  “Punishment is different. It’s meant to hurt. What Wilder did was meant to feel good. If he’d just done it a few more times, I probably would have come.” Lydia gave Mina a reassuring smile. “Don’t knock it until you try it. Now come on before we both get into trouble. I didn’t tell Wilder I was coming to look for you. If he thinks I’m masturbating, I won’t get to come at all for a whole day.”

  Mina had gone longer than that between orgasms. She didn’t see the big deal until she imagined being away from Ever for twenty-four hours. The idea caused a pain in her chest that hadn’t subsided by the time they made it to the lower level.

  Ever pulled out her chair and frowned. “What’s wrong, honey? It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

  She kissed his cheek. “I haven’t.”

  For this round, she’d cavalierly consented to oral sex, forced orgasm, and toy fucking. Part of her wondered if Ever would let anyone besides him redeem these prizes. She wanted to go down on Ever in front of them all, proving at last that she belonged to him. At least that was the way it played out in her head.

  In reality, the round went on for a very long time. A few hands in, she watched in awe as Pete loaded a naked Eva onto the extreme punishment bench. The tableau of the beautiful, bound submissive made her pussy clench in envy. It gave her an idea of what she had looked like when Ever had bound her onto the thing earlier.

  Pete showed no signs of dropping his pants, even though his erection made a huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He secured the restraints and opened up a bag that had been sitting near the sliding door that led to the backyard. He pulled out a ball gag, which he promptly pressed to Eva’s lips. She opened her mouth eagerly.

  Ever tugged at her wrist. “You might not want to watch.”

  She realized she’d been holding up the game. After all, she was the dealer. “Sorry.”

  She tried to tune out what was going on behind her. It was difficult, especially when she heard Eva’s muffled noises of protest and a soft whir. It wasn’t the frantic-quick sound of a vibrator, more like the slow churning of a motor. After a little while, all she heard were quiet whimpers.

  Somehow, she managed to win a good amount of chips. It might have had something to do with the distracted manner in which everybody else played the game. Because she couldn’t turn around, Mina was in a position to catch the hurried tells that many of them forgot to hide.

  While she hadn’t won many of her chips back, she did have enough of other people’s to ask for several prizes. She planned to use her winnings to get back at the Doms for stripping clothing away from the submissives. In particular, Mina thought Jude had been very cruel to Sara. The woman deserved some kind of reward for putting on such a good show.

  Nobody made a move to cash in. Several stretched languidly. Mina scooted her first pile forward. Micah and Isla exchanged glances. Jessalyn lifted her brows. Lydia leaned closer, fascination parting her lips. Mina forced her face to remain neutral. With her being new to the group, this might be considered a bold move, but it was what the round was for, wasn’t it? They didn’t have to hold back because she was there. If things worked out with Ever, then she wasn’t going anywhere, and they would need to get used to having her in the mix. “Oral sex. Jude licks Sara.”

  Jude started, and Sara’s eyes widened. He sat forward. “Are you serious?”

  If Sara protested, Mina would just say she had been kiddi
ng. Though Sara kept her gaze downcast, she appeared to be hiding a desperate bit of hope.

  “Yes. I’m serious. Are you refusing? Ever said everything had to be consensual.”

  A muscle flexed in Jude’s jaw, and his strawberry-blond goatee seemed to shimmer in the light. “I’m not refusing.”

  “Good.” Mina pushed another pile forward. “And Sara will suck your cock.”

  Now Jude blanched. Had she gone too far? She was making her choices based on what they’d put on their menu cards. Mina looked to Ever to see what she should do, but he was no help. He appeared to be biting his lip in an attempt to hold back laughter.

  “Unless she says no.” Mina had to add that in. Sara had a right to refuse.

  “I’m in,” Sara mumbled.

  The raspy sound of chips scraping across the table drew Mina’s attention to her right. Lydia beamed as she sought to redeem her chips. “Micah and Ever will flog me, double Florentine style.”

  Mina didn’t know what that was, but she was amazed that Lydia would want to be flogged after she’d been spanked.

  Ever looked to Wilder for permission. Micah did the same. Wilder shrugged. “She likes a heavy hand, which I’m sure you’ll figure out before your arms fall off.”

  Eva was still strapped to that machine. Pete had attached some menacing clamps to her nipples. Weights dangled from the ends, pulling her skin taut. Mina shivered, but the expression of ecstasy and pain on Eva’s face was more than a little amazing.

  Pete flipped a switch, and the slow whir of the motor, which had become part of the background noise, ceased. Eva let out soft shouts of pain as he released her nipples. He massaged them, which seemed only to make her squirm and cry out more.

  Jude shoved forward a small pile of chips. “Mina is bound and blindfolded, and everybody who chips in gets to fuck her with the toys on her list. Orgasm not guaranteed.”