by Zara Chase
“First fact we need to establish is that I’m in charge.”
Jodie rolled her eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“That would be, ‘Tell me something I don’t know, Sir.’ It’s important, Jodie. There are demarcation lines—rules that have to be followed. I know you’re not big on taking orders, so if you don’t think you can do it, now’s the time to say so.”
“I can do it, Sir,” she said emphatically, not prepared to risk him thinking she wasn’t worth the effort.
“Good. Then I guess it’s game on.”
Ty sat forward and pulled Jodie over his lap so her head rested on the arm of the settee. He then bent his head and claimed her lips in a demanding kiss. Jodie tangled her fingers in the ends of his hair and opened up for him, feeling elated to have won this battle of wills. Flavia had told her once that experienced Doms didn’t usually bother with novices. Because Ty was prepared to make an exception in her case, it proved that he did really want her, and her self-confidence skyrocketed.
She welcomed the invasion of his tongue into her mouth as he maneuvered it around its contours with limber skill. One of his large hands ran possessively down her side, causing her to shudder when it worked its way beneath her top and closed firmly and possessively around one of her breasts. Her bra was no impediment. Still kissing her like a man with a point to prove, he pulled the cup down and her tit popped out over the top. His fingers pinched hard on her solidified nipple, but he was kissing her with such passion, their lips were fused together so tightly, that she was unable to cry out.
She sucked up the pain, which was no longer painful, she realized. Instead her nipple tingled when he released it and the blood flow was restored. She felt the reaction pooling in her belly and spreading through her limbs. Hell, she wouldn’t last five minutes at this rate. She was already on fire with need and he’d barely gotten started. Flavia had once told her that Ty’s control was astonishing. He could hold back, tantalizing and teasing until she was reduced to begging him for release. Self-restraint was a skill Jodie would never master, no matter how good a teacher Ty happened to be. She liked her pleasures to be fast and furious but figured it would probably be unwise to mention the fact right now. He’d find out soon enough. She knew she wouldn’t be permitted to climax without his permission. Ha, like she could stop herself!
She felt his erection pressing into her butt through the double barrier of their clothes, but that just made her more desperate to have it buried inside her. Not where it was right now, although she knew he’d want to arse-fuck her sooner or later. If she entered into this game with him, then nothing would be off-limits. She’d never had anal sex before and the thought both excited and terrified her. But knowing it was Ty who would do the fucking and trusting him to take good care of her, excitement and curiosity easily trumped any misgivings she still entertained.
Together, for as long as she stayed in Nevella, they would work at exorcising the specter that was Flavia so they could both get their lives back on track. Then Jodie would put her mind to destroying Goran Belikov. He had to have a weak spot and Ty would never know true peace until the man paid for his crimes. Exposing him for the thug that he was and seeing him face justice would be Jodie’s gift to Ty in return for her erotic education at the hands of a Master.
Chapter Seven
Ty broke the kiss, not wasting time trying to figure out why he’d agreed to indoctrinate Jodie into the lifestyle. This time yesterday, they’d wanted to tear one another’s eyes out. Now they were more interested in tearing off clothes. Even so, he ought to make do with vanilla sex instead of jumping her through hoops she might decide aren’t for her.
In many respects it was as though he had spent the last five years waiting for her to come along, he reasoned. She’d woken him for a deep inertia and got him interested in something other than his kitchen and the ever present need for revenge. Even if their relationship didn’t survive the night, he owed her for that.
He righted Jodie on his lap, one hand still playing with the firm, plump breast he’d pulled out of her bra. Shit, but she was responsive! Her nipple was pebble-hard, her breast big enough to completely fill his large hand. He was desperate to see her naked and to give her body the full attention it so richly deserved. But he needed to go slow, test her limits, discover what she liked the best and which buttons to press to make it happen for her.
Take one Master Chef, add a fresh sub, pinch well, beat until tender, bring to the boil, allow to simmer, flavor to taste, reheat and service piping hot.
Ty chuckled at the thought. Now there was a dish of the day guaranteed to earn him another Michelin star.
He lifted her from his knee and deposited her on the couch beside him. Her eyes were cloudy with passion, her lips already swollen into a pouty bee-string from his kisses. Get used to it, darlin’. He stood, walked to the other side of the room, took a moment to compose himself, and then turned to look at her. She was watching his every move intently, waiting to be told what to do. That was something he’d never expected to see. Saying she was willing to take orders was one thing. For someone as independently-minded as Jodie, actually doing it without talking back to him would most likely be a major test for her. Jodie definitely wasn’t the passive type, but if they were going to do this, she’d soon discover that there was only room for one boss in this relationship and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her.
“How many languages do you speak?” he asked.
She blinked, clearly not having expected that question. “Four fluently and I have a working knowledge of several others. Why?”
“Just curious.” He subjected her to a slow, half-lidded perusal as he contemplated his next move. “What language do you speak in the throes of passion?”
She tilted her head as though considering the question. “French, I suppose, Sir.”
“You suppose?” Ty flexed a brow. “You don’t actually know?”
“French is supposed to be the language of love,” she replied, adroitly avoiding his question.
“Then I look forward to learning a few new words.” He sent her a sexy smile. “Just so long as you’re still absolutely sure about this?”
“Yes, but…well—”
“What is it, honey?” Ty felt a moment’s concern. He’d offered her an out but so didn’t want her to take it. “You can ask me anything.”
“It’s just that Flavia was a model, with a model’s perfect body.” She studied her folded hands intently, fighting embarrassment. “Mine is far from perfect. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”
Shit, was that all? She was adorable when she got all insecure! “Darlin’,” he said, his voice a throaty drawl. “I loved Flavia to distraction. My only criticism of her physicality was that she was too darned thin.”
Jodie widened her eyes. “You thought that?”
“Sure. Why models have to be a size zero beats the hell out of me. Show me a man who doesn’t want a woman with enough curves to keep his hands fully occupied.” His gazed roved over her body and homed in on the swell of her breasts. “You more than qualify in that regard.”
“Oh.”
She looked up at him with a smile of awareness curving her lips, at which point Ty figured the time for verbal reassurance was over. If all Jodie was worried about was physical imperfections, he knew the perfect way to put her mind at rest. Ty moved across to her and lifted her top. To her obvious confusion and disappointment, instead of matching his words with action, he slipped her breast back into its lace prison.
“Come on,” he said. “Before we take this any further, there’s something you need to see.”
He held out a hand and pulled her to her feet. With his fingers entwined with hers, he led her from the lounge and pushed the code into the door that led to the dungeon. They descended the stairs together and finished up on the viewing platform. There were a couple of subs lounging in the seating area, waiting for some action, but apart from them they had the gallery to th
emselves. Ty acknowledged them with a wave that they returned. Jodie didn’t appear to notice them.
“This is it?” she asked, eyes widening as she leaned against the railing and looked down into the dimly lit play area beneath them.
Dimly lit, but it was still possible to clearly see what was going down, which was kind of the point of the gallery. Ty knew that those playing out their fantasies would welcome an audience, especially if they realized that Jodie was a dungeon virgin.
“Oh my,” she said, swallowing audibly. “My God, that’s Tanya kneeling there having that whip brought down over her arse.”
“That it is. I told you she liked it hard.”
“But that’s too hard, surely? He’ll hurt her.”
“Does she look like she’s in pain?” Ty’s arms leaned on the railing on either side of her, trapping her there. His cock was painfully erect. He unsnapped his jeans and unzipped, sighing with relief when it sprang free from the confines of his jeans. He grabbed it with one hand and rubbed it against the crack in her ass. “Like that, darlin’?”
“Hmm.”
“Did you say something?” He removed his cock and tapped her butt lightly.
“Yes, Sir,” she said in a throaty whisper. “I like that you want me.”
Which wasn’t what he’d asked her, but he allowed her to be evasive, just this once. “That’s what I thought.”
“Ward looks very, er…excited.”
Standing naked and very erect over Tanya, whip in hand and breathing heavily, he glanced up and waved at them. Then he threw the whip aside and knelt behind Tanya, entering her hard in one fluid movement.
“Wow, I’d say he’d done that before.”
“Only several times a day. Every day.” He paused. “Notice anything about the ladies down there? And some of the men, too?”
“Yes,” she replied slowly. “I think I see what you’re getting at. Very few of them are stick thin, the ladies that is, but they don’t seem to mind showing themselves off.”
“That’s because their Masters like them just the way they are and worship their bodies.” Ty nuzzled her neck. “Tanya had real hang-ups about her size when she and Ward first hooked up. It took her a while to accept that Ward really does like her just the way she is. He’s an ass man, in case you didn’t already get that part, and Tanya’s ass is built to take all the punishment he dishes out. And she loves every minute of it. It’s a win-win situation for them both.”
“I can see that.” She licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue as she continued to watch them intently. “Is that Leo over there?” she asked, pointing.
“The very same.”
“He has two women.” She giggled. “How greedy.”
“Leo has voracious appetites.”
“Evidently,” she replied when Leo turned and she got an eyeful of his impressive equipment fully extended. “Why isn’t anyone embarrassed to see me watching them?”
“They liked being watched, sweetheart. It enhances their performances to know someone new to the game is looking on.” Ty’s hands worked their way beneath her top and efficiently unfastened her bra. He pushed it away from her heavy breasts and covered them with his hands instead, pinching hard at her nipples. “Can you imagine yourself down there, doing all that stuff to make me happy?” he asked, his voice a throaty whisper against the shell of her ear.
“I…I’m not sure. I don’t want to let you down but—”
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He nudged her legs apart and slipped his cock between them, rubbing it back and forth in a parody of the activities going on below them. It would agitate her clit and help to loosen her up. Not that he planned to do anything about her needs. Not quite yet. She needed to be desperate, begging, absolutely sure she knew what she wanted before he gave it to her. “We’ll get you over your hang-ups. I guarantee it.”
He whipped her top over her head, pulled her bra straps down her arms, and pushed the garment into his jeans pocket. She gasped but didn’t fight him. If she got self-conscious about being topless amongst this crowd, half of whom were dressed in latex, wore clamps in places she probably hadn’t known were clampable, and had sex toys hanging from every orifice, then BDSM probably wasn’t for her. Ty would just have to accept that, take her up to his rooms, and they’d indulge in plain, boring old vanilla sex.
Except, with Jodie, it would be anything but boring.
To her credit, she barely flinched, her gaze still glued to the activity taking place below. Someone Ty didn’t recognized was chained to the St. Andrew’s Cross, taking a whipping. Tanya was still on her hands and knees, huge tits dangling below her as she took it up the ass. The action was hot down there tonight, or perhaps it just seemed wilder than usual because he was watching it through Jodie’s eyes.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred. He’d been wrong about her tits. They were too big even for his large hands and spilled over the sides. He molded the firm flesh between his fingers and then pummeled it hard as he ground his rigid cock with equal force back and forth between her legs. “I can tell you like it hard and rough. That’s good. Real good. How do you feel about having my cock up your ass?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never done anything like that.” She gave an apologetic little shrug. “I haven’t been too adventurous between the sheets.”
“Good. I want to be the first to ass-fuck you. But, having said that, you don’t ever have to do anything you’d rather not because you think I want to. I don’t want you to feel pressured. This is all about the relationship between pain and pleasure. Trust me, if you shake off your inhibitions and forget all the preconceived claptrap you probably have floating about inside your head about what is and isn’t acceptable, you’ll love it.”
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation, looking over her shoulder at him, resolution in her expression. “Yes, I want you to teach me everything. Show me all the things I’ve never done.”
“Shit, come on!”
He took her hand, and not bothering to zip up, he fled the dungeon with his cock still rigidly erect and his jeans hanging around his hips. Jodie’s tits bounced as he pulled her up the two flights of the stairs to the floor where the guys all had their accommodation. Leo was the exception. Being the owner, he had the penthouse, which spanned the entire top floor.
“Here we go.” He opened the door to his rooms and ushered Jodie through it ahead of him. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Nice,” she said, looking around the comfortable sitting room, with its functional furnishings and a large black-and-white shot of Flavia dominating one wall—the only picture in the room. Hell, he’d forgotten he had pictures of her everywhere. “Where was that taken?” she asked, seeming curious rather than deterred to be watched over by her best friend.
“Milan, I think, during a fashion shoot. I’ve always liked it, but if it bothers you—”
“No, it’s fine. I like the thought of her being with us.”
“I feel that way, too.”
A slow smile spread across Ty’s face. It wasn’t just his body she was bringing to life with her joie de vivre, but his soul also. He’d hardly touched her but already he could feel the ice containing the remnants of his heart starting to thaw. She’d damned well better treat it with care because a chef of his standing wouldn’t dream of returning a thawed ingredient to the freezer.
“Is this where you sleep?” Still naked to the waist down, she glanced through the door to his bedroom, dominated by a queen-sized bed.
“Not yet,” he said, wagging a finger at her. “You don’t get to be fucked until you’ve earned the right.”
“Oh, then what must I do to earn the right, Sir?” she asked, lowering her eyes like she’d been submitting to him for years and folding her hands neatly in front of her.
“Taking the rest of your clothes off for me would be a start.”
Ty leaned against the wall, watching her intently for signs of hesitation. There were none. In seconds she was glor
iously naked, blushing yet making no effort to conceal her excitement.
“Hmm, now ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Ty pranced around her, appreciating the view from all angles. He shed the rest of his own clothes and fisted his rigid erection. “This what you’re so anxious to get your hands on, darlin’?”
She licked her lips. “It would be a terrible shame to waste it, Sir. I know how you feel about waste.”
Ty barked on a laugh. “Like I’d let that happen. Get down on your knees, walk across here on them, and get acquainted with it.”
Again she didn’t hesitate. She managed to walk elegantly on her knees, impudently playing with one of her breasts as she did so. Taking matters into her own hands, trying to get him agitated, would result in a spanking. But they’d get to that later. First, he wanted to see how she dealt with his pulsating cock. He spread his legs slightly as she got closer and folded his arms across his chest, making it clear that it was her show.
For now.
“No hands,” he said, when she reached for him. “Use that sweet mouth of yours, darlin’.”
Ty soon realized his mistake. Instead of taking his cock into her mouth, as he’d assumed she would, she tugged at the hairs on his balls with her teeth and then sucked one heavy sac into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue. Ty groaned. The little witch was taunting him, testing his limits. That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Before he could order her to stop, she took the tip of his pulsating cock into her mouth, sipping at his arousal with tiny tugs of her lips that drove him increasingly crazy. She swallowed down a drop of pre-cum seeping from his head without a qualm, then ran her tongue seductively from the head of his prick to his balls and back again, hitting all his most sensitive places with pin-point accuracy. He let out a low groan, flexed his hips, and pushed himself deeper into her mouth, tempted to let go and cream her throat. But that would give the wrong message, making him seem lacking in self-control. Shit, he did lack it right then. He’d never known any female who was so instinctively good at what she was doing.