by Zara Chase
“Come,” he said, tugging at the leash. “The others will be waiting.”
The others? Jodie walked behind him, eyes downcast, trying not to let her pesky nerves get the better of her. She was aware of other people in the dungeon as Ty led her through the door, but was too nervous to look up and see if she knew them. He stopped beside a water bed covered with a thick, disposable sheet, sat on the edge of it, and splayed his legs.
“Kneel,” he said curtly.
Jodie knelt, watching with growing realization as Ty reached to one side, picked up a bowl of her still warm fudge sauce, and slowly smeared it all over his genitalia. He said nothing else, but Jodie knew what was expected of her. With her hands cuffed she only had use of her mouth, but Ty had often told her that he loved the things she could do with it. He leaned back on his elbows, causing the watery mattress to sway—her invitation to set to work.
Jodie shook her hair over one shoulder, doing her best to keep it out of the way as she protruded her tongue and delicately lapped at Ty’s fudge-covered balls. She was conscious of all other activity in the dungeon having stopped and assumed everyone would now be watching her. Tanya had casually mentioned that it was a rite of passage for all rookies introduced to the dungeon by any of Hadleigh’s residents. That was what had gotten her nonexistent knickers in such a knot. Still, if Tanya and the others had survived the experience and gained the approval of all these prime alpha males, she was damned if she would let embarrassment hamper her performance. They wanted a show. Ty and Jodie would give them one they wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
Thus resolved, she found the courage to look up, and sure enough, see all four of Ty’s housemates and their partners standing in a semi-circle, watching and nodding their encouragement. Leo wasn’t there. Jodie wanted him to see her moment of…well, indoctrination. He was the ultimate alpha—the one whom everyone in this place looked up to and turned to for help and advice. His opinion mattered, but he hadn’t bothered to show.
Refusing to read anything negative into his absence, Jodie glanced up at the gallery and there he was, leaning on the railing, watching her watching him. He raised a hand and sent her an encouraging smile. She couldn’t smile back with her mouth full, but knowing he was there was enough to restore her dwindling confidence and she set about the business of giving Ty head with a renewed sense of purpose.
Having licked Ty’s balls clean of fudge and been rewarded by the odd groan from her Master, who didn’t seem nearly so much in control as usual, she turned her attention to his cock. She sucked his thick length into her mouth and opened her throat so she could absorb as much of his pulsating member as possible. Ty gyrated his hips, pushing himself deeper. She felt him twitch and thicken and knew he either wasn’t attempting to hold back or that the occasion had robbed him of his staying power.
“That’s it baby,” he said in a throaty drawl. “Eat my cock and make me come for you, darlin’. You’re so fucking hot when you get those lips of yours working.” Jodie gurgled around his cock and ran her tongue the full length of its underside, wanting to make him crazy.
“Fuck it, sweetheart, I’m gonna cream your throat so hard and fast you won’t be able to swallow it quick enough.”
Good as his word, he ejaculated with a loud cry, a brutal thrust of his hips, and a deep, guttural moan. He was right, there was so much cum flooding her mouth that she had a hard time dealing with the rushing deluge of his release.
“Ah, darlin’,” he said as he sat up and ran a hand lightly down the side of her face. “Now it’s your turn. Lie down for me.”
Jodie positioned herself on the bed, wondering why he’d decided to come first. Presumably because it had taken the edge off and he would now be able to torment her for hours.
Bring it on!
“Lift your arms above your head.” Jodie did so and Ty attached the chain linking them to a hook at the top of the water bed. “Now spread your legs and lift your knees up.”
Jodie hesitated. It would expose her naked cunt to the audience—a ridiculous thing to worry about, she supposed, given that she was surrounded by a bunch of people who looked upon nakedness as…well, as a natural state of affairs. But she still couldn’t help feeling self-conscious about taking this ultimate step.
“Do it!”
Ty’s curt tone and was just the spur Jodie required, and she meekly did as she was told. Anything rather than disappoint him. But still, she closed her eyes so she wouldn’t be able to read the reactions on the faces of those watching her. Ty cuffed her ankles in place and she was his captive slave. A small part of her wondered why he hadn’t spanked her first. Ty so got off on punishing her until honey trickled down her thighs and desperation made her cranky. She got her answer when a lash came down lightly over her exposed pussy. She cried out, not because it hurt, but because she hadn’t been expecting it.
“Suck it up, sweet thing. You’ll love it.”
And she did. Once she got used to the biting sting and waited for the tingling pain to transmute to pleasure, just like Ty had taught her to, it became a turbulent roller coaster ride. She found herself bucking her hips and thrashing her head from side to side, totally with the program, no longer caring if half of Nevella was watching on.
She heard Ty throw the lash aside and the next thing he did was to fasten another ball gag in her mouth.
“I just love it when you can’t talk back to me,” he said, winking at her.
She anticipated the fudge but it still felt odd when Ty lathered it over her tits, down her torso, and all over her pussy. Then it was his turn to torture her with his tongue. He didn’t so much lick the fudge off her tits as bite into it—and her. The pain was blissful torture and Jodie’s writhing became un-coordinated, its direction dictated by the increasingly frantic needs of her body. She heard the click of a camera shutter and was temporarily blinded by a flash.
“Another one for the family album,” Ty said, lifting his head and grinning at her.
When he’d finally cleaned her tits to his satisfaction, his tongue worked its magical way down her midriff, sucking, nipping, teasing until she was throbbing in places where she hadn’t previously known she had places that could throb. She panted her desperation, wanting to cry out with anticipated relief when his head finally disappeared between her legs, but the gag prevented her from making a sound.
It didn’t matter because there couldn’t possibly be anyone in that dungeon who was left in any doubt about her feelings. She had never, ever, known anything quite so liberating. When he’d told her once that he had plans for her fudge, she would never have imagined anything of this nature. But all the games she’d played with Ty had clearly been undertaken with this moment in mind.
He sucked on her clit, delving a couple of fingers inside her, and that was all it took for her to fragment. Ty kept at her until the last waves of her orgasm subsided then had her lift her butt and thrust a couple of thick cushions beneath it.
“Now for the main course, sugar.” He chuckled.
She felt his clenched fist disappear inside of her, stretching her to the limit and leaving something behind when he withdrew it. Something soft and juicy. Fruit, she figured. She watched him slather his erection with more fudge and knew precisely what he intended to do next.
“Christ!” someone breathed.
Her thoughts exactly. He was going to use his fudge-covered cock to drive the ripe peach deeper into her. Who needed a blender? He positioned himself over her, bracing his arms to support his weight. His shaft, hard and ready, found her moist opening without any guidance from his hands. He plunged into her cunt, which was tilted backward thanks to the cushions, and drove himself all the way home. Fruit squelched inside of her and the juice trickled out to slip over her anus. She gurgled around the gag, unable to remain passive in the face of such extreme and unusual pleasure. The fruit felt molten inside of her when desire as liquefied as the fruit pooled deliciously in the pit of her belly.
This was outlandish, he
r senses were already off the scale, and in spite of the fact that she’d just come, she wouldn’t last two minutes more before she exploded for a second time. The torture was simply too exquisite for her to be able to control her reactions. She heard groans coming from some of the guys surrounding her. Higher-pitched cries from the girls. In the periphery of her vision, she could see Tanya on her knees, sucking a rampant Ward into her mouth, and Rick thrusting himself into Sabine from behind.
“Yeah, baby,” Ty said, grunting with the effort he was putting into fucking her. “Think we can put this dish on the menu?”
Seeing the others either watching them, or fucking one another, the squishing of the fruit inside of her—it was too much. Knowing she would be punished for being proactive, she thrust her hips to meet Ty’s next foray. The muscles in her belly clenched and her world imploded. Ty, needless to say, remained rock hard and unmoved by her pleasure but continued to fuck her until the last waves of her orgasm faded. The moment it did, he withdrew from her and released her ankles.
“On your hands and knees, sweetheart. I want the world to see how those gorgeous tits of yours look when they dangle beneath you. And you need to be punished, of course, for coming without my permission.”
He used the flogger on her arse. With her hands still shackled, she threw her head back and groaned around the gag as she absorbed the pain-pleasure quotient. The camera was clicking away again.
“We’ll have to replace that collage I had on the bedroom wall,” Ty muttered as he produced a wash cloth and removed all remnants of the fruit from her pussy. Satisfied that she was comfortable again, he climbed up behind her and started playing with her anus. A vibrator was slipped into her sodden pussy and turned up high, distracting her while his finger slid into her backside. She was used to the feeling now and didn’t try to fight against it.
There was a smattering of applause as Ty replaced his finger with the tip of his cock.
“You look so fucking hot, sugar, that every man in this place is about to shoot his load just watching you.”
Delicious shivers traveled up Jodie’s spine in response to his words. Every man in the dungeon was always up for it, but she decided to believe her appearance with Ty had given them an extra boost. Ty worked his way into her backside and she knew to keep still and let him take control as he filled her with his thick heat. Pleasure spangled as he upped the pace and she could tell from his disjointed breathing that he was close.
“Let’s show these guys how it’s done, darlin’,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You blow my mind.”
Fiery vibes coursed through her as the burning sensation intensified. On sensory overload from the physical alchemy that bound them together, unadulterated carnal sensation caused Jodie’s body to go into meltdown. Such intense pleasure was simply too profound to withstand, and she allowed the cataclysmic orgasm created by Ty’s demanding actions to consume her in a white-hot explosion of release. She moved against him, unable to help herself, and Ty let himself go with a shout of triumph.
“Welcome to our world, darlin’,” he said softly, leaning forward to remove the gag and then pulling her to her feet and removing the cuffs.
Everyone applauded and Ty encouraged her to take a bow. All the ladies gathered round to hug and kiss her. Then the guys did the same thing. Jodie glanced up at Leo, looking for his approval. He nodded, winked at her, then he was gone.
Chapter Fifteen
It was the final day of the contest. Jodie’s month in Nevella was at an end, and the reality of the daily grind in Brussels beckoned. It had never seemed less appealing. She would stay here with Ty in a heartbeat, but no invitation had been issued, and no mention had been made by him about a future together. In fact, he appeared to have studiously avoided the subject, which told Jodie all she needed to know about his true feelings for her.
And it was slowly fracturing her heart.
But she had to put aside her personal concerns today and be on the top of her game for the good of the team. She was working away on the centerpiece for the finale. This was her project and she was the one assigned to complete it. She’d made a few changes without bothering to consult the others. Her central cake was now fudge instead of sponge, and the frosting, which was supposed to show a sketch of Hadleigh’s restaurant, had taken on a different image.
She carried it into the marquee where the judging would be done. Ty and the others were there waiting for her. Ty wasn’t allowed to be anywhere near her while she finished the project in the restaurant kitchen so he couldn’t be accused of giving any help. He smiled at her now and tried to take the large container from her, but she shooed him away. She placed it in the center of their display but didn’t uncover it.
“Best leave it until the last minute,” she said, nerves eating away at her, when the others asked to see it.
They gave her odd looks, but there was so much activity, the judges were already circulating, and they didn’t have time to argue with her.
Just as the judges approached their position, she nervously whipped away the lid covering their design. Ty and her fellow contestants all looked at it, then at her. No one spoke. Oh shit, she’d gotten it wrong. Then the contestants all started talking at once. Laughing, patting each other’s backs, glancing and Ty, then at Jodie.
“That is astonishing,” Hans said. “You should be an artist, Jodie.”
“Why didn’t you tell us what you had planned?” Consuela asked, but not in a confrontational way.
She couldn’t dislodge the lump in her throat, so she was unable to reply. She glanced at Ty, wanting his reaction—his approval, more than anything in the world.
“It’s amazing,” he said softly. “Thank you.”
Before anything further could be said, the judges were upon them, exclaiming at the originality of their centerpiece.
“You seem to have made quite an impression upon your team, Chef Vaughan,” one of the judges remarked, staring at the exact image of Ty’s face depicted in frosting on top of the fudge cake.
“We discovered during our month at Hadleigh’s that Chef Ty enjoys eating fudge,” Jodie replied, sending Ty a mischievous smile.
* * * *
Ty was tickled pink because his team won the contest. All their futures in the business were now assured, if that’s the direction they wanted to take, and rightly so. The voting was neck and neck, but it was the originality of Jodie’s surprise centerpiece for the finale that swung it. A tribute to him. A parting gift, he supposed, because she’d made more than one comment recently about returning to Brussels.
Like hell she would! She was going nowhere. Surely she realized what they had was a rare and special bond that would last a lifetime—that he worshipped the ground that she walked on. He hadn’t thought it was necessary to put it into words and allowed his actions to speak for him until the end of the contest. On the off chance that she had other ideas, he didn’t want to put her off her game before then.
Now the moment had come.
They were back in his rooms after a long evening’s celebration and fond farewells to the rest of the team.
“Are you really determined to go?” he asked, looking at the suitcase she’d pulled from the closet.
She wouldn’t look at him. “I have a job.”
“Which you hate.”
“Yes, but what else—”
“Stay with me.”
She blinked. “You want me to stay?”
“You need to ask me that? I thought you knew.”
“You never said.”
“Some things transcend words. I love you, Jodie. You’ve made me whole again—made me understand it’s okay to live.”
“Ah,” she said, a beatific smile breaking out across her face. “You only want me out of a sense of gratitude.”
He growled as he approached her and nuzzled her neck. “I want you because you are the most disobedient, infuriating, contrary, sexy, and gorgeous woman in the world, and I can’t live without
you.”
“I see.”
“Is that all you can say?” Fear spiraled through Ty at her less than encouraging response. “You don’t feel the same way about me?”
“Not in the least,” she replied, biting her lower lip as though attempting to contain a smile. “You are infuriating, I suppose, but never disobedient or contrary. You are however, controlling, Dominating, undeniably sexy, and half the women in Nevella appear to have you in their sights.” She sighed. “I suppose I’d best stay and protect you from them.”
He opened his arms and she hurtled herself into them. “Is that the only reason?”
She tilted her head. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Jodie.” He squeezed her hard. “Quit toying with me.”
“Oh, now I get it. You want to know if I love you.” He nodded, fraught with anxiety. Unless she could admit that she did love him, totally and absolutely, there could be no half-measures. But knowing how in tune with one another they were mentally as well as physically, he was relieved but not surprised when they were the exact words she used to describe her feelings for him.
Ty kissed her passionately as he welcomed her to the rest of their lives together.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping, and fraud make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.
Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and is on a one-woman mission to keep the wine industry ahead of the recession.
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