I bite my lip, lean in like a conspirator whispering national secrets. “I did and they did. I’ve kind of taken a second job with them.”
“What?”
I sip my espresso, make him sweat, then I confess, “I’m their sex mistress. Submissive, to be exact.”
“Oh. My. God. Now I’m jealous I didn’t take the position.” He grins from ear to ear as he shakes his head at me.
“I wouldn’t have done it, but the pay is amazing.”
“I bet the fringe benefits are too.”
I swat at him for the quip, but I’m laughing. “Seriously, I’ve made enough in two weeks to put a down payment on a new house for Patty and Xander. And Isaiah and Sawyer paid off all his medical bills.”
“Sweetie, that’s amazing.” Ethan’s eyes are shining as he swoops out of his chair to hug me. “I’m glad this worked out so well for you.” Then he sits back on his haunches and concern briefly crosses his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with all this … mistress stuff though? I know Sawyer and Isaiah can be a little kinky—”
I wave him off. “Ethan, hon, you don’t have to mother me. I love you and I appreciate your concern, but I’m more than fine with this. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Although I really don’t, but good thing I bluff well.
He smiles and brushes a finger over my cheek. “I’ll tuck away my hen feathers.” He winks. “If you’re happy I’m happy. Just don’t get your heart broken, doll. Cause then I’ll have to kill them both, and murdering a billionaire would make my life pretty messy.”
I laugh this off and assure him I won’t get my heart broken, but a tiny voice in the back of my head taunts me, asking if I can really keep my emotions out of this game I’m playing.
***
“This is fabulous,” Patty grabs me and gives me a massive hug as she takes in the great room of her and Xander’s new home. “Maya, you’re our personal angel. You know that?” Tears shine in her big brown eyes.
I give her a smooch on the temple. “You and Xander have been there for me a lot. You helped him raise me. It’s the least I can do.”
When Patty and Xander first married, I was still an awkward teenager and Dad’s health was starting to fail. My brother’s wife is as much a sister to me as she is sister-in-law.
Josh runs in the room carrying a bright red fire engine. His tiny eyes widen and he lets out a “Whoa!” Patty and I laugh. This is one of the new exclamations in his budding vocabulary.
Xander follows the toddler into the area. He’s using his cane today, and I can tell the pain is making him tired.
“Hey, brother, take a seat on your new couch.” I point to a forest green reclining sofa I bought for them. Thanks to my new salary, I also partially furnished this new three bedroom rancher I just purchased for my brother and his family.
His eyes also shine with unshed tears as he sits and rests his cane at the side of the sofa. “Little sis, we owe you big time. I promise we’ll pay you back one day.”
Patty sits next to her husband and Josh plays between them on the floor with his new fire engine.
“I don’t know what you’re doing for those employers of yours, but keep doing it,” Patty jokes. “Talk about generous.”
I smile, thinking, If you only did know. As far as Patty and Xander are concerned, I’ve just taken on some extra duties for Isaiah and Sawyer. Xander pushed for details, so I rambled off some improvised story about being their personal assistant as well as their nanny now. Thankfully, he went for it, but I’m not sure my big brother is convinced. Xander always knows when I’m hiding something. But I push away the anxiety over my new double life and focus on the happy faces of my family.
***
Two months have passed since I signed my contract with Isaiah and Sawyer. In that time, they’ve taken me into their bed as well as their dungeon. They’ve made me feel cherished in a way no man ever has before. Not that I’ve been intimate with a ton of guys. School and helping my brother kept me pretty busy, and there wasn’t a lot of times for dates or any socializing really. Darren, a guy I met in my history class, came close to being my first real love, but he never made me orgasm or feel the way Isaiah and Sawyer do.
I’ve bonded with their children and come to love my life here. Isaiah and Sawyer have allowed me to provide practical miracles for my family. Gratitude overflows my being, and so does my love for them all.
There’s that word again—love. I push it way back in my mind and try to ignore it. Instead I focus on the video streaming that Isaiah has told me to watch. Part of my training for my first BDSM scene in front of a crowd. I swallow over a knot in my throat and try not to dwell on the exposure, the vulnerability, I will soon face.
A woman writhes in her bonds. She’s tethered to a slender silver apparatus by black straps that hold her spread eagle. A neon blue ball gag strains her mouth. Her jaw clenches as a whip cracks across her breasts. A muffled whimper escapes her.
I lick my lips. The arousal I receive from these primal acts, and from watching them, still confuses me. I never expected to enjoy such surrender, such total submission. Growing up poor, and with my brother’s recent health needs, I’ve always had to maintain complete control over my life. Yet I enjoy giving up that control to Isaiah and Sawyer, letting them command my body and responses. It’s like, for the first time in my life, I feel comfortable letting someone else steer events. I can let go and truly be free.
A large warm hand closes around my shoulder and I jump, letting out a tiny yelp.
Isaiah chuckle rumbles through me, making my face and body heat. “What have you learned from the videos?” He sits beside me and scrutinizes me with those piercing, aquamarine eyes. Over the last two months, he’s peeled back his walls and shown me more of the man beneath the brusque demeanor. The man has a softer heart than he lets on when it comes to those he loves, and a fierce protective streak.
I take a deep breath, look away from him and back to the video. “That there are many different forms of BDSM. The subculture is pretty vast and diverse. Some people make it a part of their daily lifestyle. Others save it for the weekend, or keep it strictly sexual.”
He nods. “Discipline, orgasm denial, giving yourself over to another completely—it can be very spiritual for some as well. For me, partaking in a scene is similar to meditating. I enter a state of being unlike any other.”
He brushes some brunette wisps from my forehead and I smile at him. The man terrifies me and thrills me. Even with the briefest touch, his raw power thrums through my skin.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow night?”
I maintain eye contact, knowing he’ll want to see the truth in my gaze when I answer. “No and yes. I really enjoy scening with you and Sawyer, but the exposure to other people…”
“Frightens you?”
I nod. “Very much.” Then I lick my lips and pause to consider my next words. “But I’m kind of looking forward to it, too. There’s a thrill to leaving my comfort zone, like when I play with you and Sawyer. I never expected that. It makes me feel more alive.”
He breaks into a wide grin, showing white teeth. Then he leans forward in his chair and plants a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You were meant to be a part of our life.”
He gets up and walks from the room, but as he does he says over his shoulder, “Come to my office when you finish up here. I want you to practice with the Ben Wa balls.”
My face flushes, and that flush races over my skin, sending an ardent throbbing straight to my pussy. “Yes, sir,” I murmur meekly.
Last time, Isaiah had me walk around his office naked with these tiny silver balls stuck inside my vagina. I had to clench my kegel muscles to keep them inside while I paced the room several times.
But that’s minor compared to some of the scenes we’ve acted out in the dungeon. And as these memories fill my head while BDSM scenes hold my gaze, I can’t stand the erotic itch between my leg any longer. I look over my shoulder to make sure Isaiah is gone then I hi
tch up my skirt.
My fingers dip beneath the lacy thong I wear. Another piece of lingerie the men have gifted me with. They bought me an entire new wardrobe of lacy and racy garments, not to mention the new everyday wardrobe they’ve bought me. I rub my swelling clit and spread my legs for better access to my sex. Already my labia is slick with my juices. Back and forth, back and forth I move my fingers. Then I slide them between my damp folds, using my wetness to lubricate my touch. I grind these slippery fingers into my throbbing nub and let my head fall back on my shoulders. A soft sigh escapes me.
“Maya, in my office now,” Isaiah’s sharp command makes me almost fall out of the chair. “Ten lashes across that pretty little ass, then Be Wa practice. You’ve been a very naughty sub, masturbating without my permission.”
Carnal heat simmers my blood. I jump up from the chair, stand straight, and look at the floor, assuming the submissive pose. “Yes, sir.” Then I follow him from the room, his thundering footsteps making my desire rise higher.
***
My first scene in front of an audience. I take a deep breath and apply more eyeliner to finish off the smoky effect I’ve applied to my eyes. It brings out the deep brown of my irises and I hardly recognize myself. My chestnut hair is done up in a high chignon that Sawyer helped me with earlier. I look like a sexy siren. Gone is the bookish, shy girl I usually identify with.
I adjust the scalloped top of one fishnet stocking, take a final look at my stacked, shiny stilettos. My corset is a ruby satin number that clings to my curves. A cameo embedded in a ruffled, black collar finishes off my ensemble. A gift from Sawyer and Isaiah to celebrate my first scene in front of an audience.
A knock comes to the door and my heart jumps in my throat. I manage a shaky, “Almost ready.”
Isaiah enters, looking like pure sin in leather. His tight black pants cling to his muscular thighs and the impressive bulge beneath the zipper. He wears black boots with a thick sole and his sculpted, hairless chest is bare and gleaming.
“You look amazing,” he tells me, his voice already thickened by desire.
Heat creeps up my neck and floods my face. I cast my gaze to the floor as I stand and present myself to him. “Thank you, sir.”
“Sawyer’s waiting downstairs with our guests.” He offers me his hand. “Time to perform, mistress.”
I nod and let my small palm slip into his massive one. My fingers are lost in his huge grip as he guides me to the door. Blood pounds in my ears and my breathing grows rapid as we walk down the hall and down the stairs. But I bring my frantic heart and shallow breath under control as my doms have taught me. I chant I can do this. I will not disappoint them, to myself as we near the dungeon.
The dungeon is as big as my brother and sister-in-law’s old apartment, so there is plenty of room for the twelve guest who now sit on cushioned, high backed chairs, waiting for the show to begin. They are dressed as if they are attending a masquerade, but I recognize the outfits as BDSM attire. Feathered masks and plain leather ones hide my spectators’ true identities. They are clad in leather pants and corsets. Some wear latex. Anxiety threatens to strangle me as I look at them, but then Sawyer joins me and Isaiah and whispers words of comfort in my ear, quelling my nerves.
The two men lead me to an apparatus that reminds me of the silver metal frame I saw in the BDSM videos I watched yesterday. The one a blonde sub was bound to, writhing in ecstasy as she took her dom’s sexual torment. It’s like a giant, gleaming loom, and silver chains trail out of holes in the bottom and top of the frame. At the end of these chains are leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles.
Isaiah places my ankles into these straps and binds them tight, while Sawyer places my wrists into the tethers at the top and ties me in. I’m spread eagle and suspended at the center of the frame in nothing but my corset, stockings, and tiny lace thong. On display for all of my audience to see.
When I scan their faces, my vision goes blurry and the room spins. Embarrassment sears my skin. I close my eyes and suck in deep breaths to calm myself. Over and over I repeat, It’s just a game. As my doms have taught me, I work to achieve a meditative state, readying myself for the scene we’re about to enact.
“Ladies and gentlemen of Surrender,” Isaiah’s deep voice booms out, raising goose bumps on my skin. “Tonight we officially present our new submissive, Mistress M, to her first audience.”
Applause rise up from the small crowd and I nearly choke on a sudden surge of fear. But I push it deep down inside of me and gather up all my courage. I remember my brother and how much this job’s generous wage helps him and his family. I remember all the lessons with my doms and the primal sensuality in their touches, their torment. They’ve taken me to heights of pleasure I’ve never imagined already. I have to trust them, and I do. Tonight, I know they’ll deliver sublime pleasure to my body, and despite my complete vulnerability and humiliation at such exposure, I know I’ll enjoy what they do to me.
“Mistress M will exhibit her excellent control through a series of orgasm denial exercises,” Sawyer now addresses the crowd. “When she reacts without our permission, there will be punishment.” He holds up a bullwhip for me and the crowd to see. The crooked smile he casts my way sends a shiver up my spine.
Isaiah then wheels a metal tray filled with lotions forward. He plucks one bottle from the selection and squeezes some of the pinkish gel in his hands. As he rubs his bear-like palms together, he approaches me.
“This will heat up when rubbed into your skin and cause an intense tingling.”
He yanks down my corset then slathers the gel over my nipples and breasts, plucking at the rosy tips until I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. His expression becomes one of pure pleasure as he lingers at my hardening nipples, plucking and teasing, rolling them between his thumb and finger as he works the lotion in. Heat starts to bloom in these erect tips, spreading out through my aureoles, making them pucker even more.
My nipples grow so hard they ache, and a slow burn spreads through my thighs, slithering into my sex where a delicious tingle begins to spread. I want his lips on the taut tips, want his tongue to curl around them and tease. But he denies me this, moving his slick hands farther down my body, caressing the curve of my ribs, the plane of my stomach. The throbbing in my pussy grows stronger as his hands draw nearer.
He rips away my panties then uses his thumb to rub this sensation oil into my swelling clit. The heat is instantaneous, and the tingling becomes a searing lust that makes me buck my hips forward boldly.
His touch leaves me. “You aren’t supposed to react without our permission,” he growls. “There will be punishment, mistress.”
There is a loud crack and the bullwhip licks across my ass. I cry out, despite the warning against reaction without permission. The dom behind me whispers in my ear, “Another reaction means another lashing.”
There is a sibilant hiss as the whip sails through the air once more then connects with my butt. This time I grit my teeth and internalize the pain, letting it melt into my muscles and mingle with the sublime sensations still filling my groin.
“Much better, mistress.” The dom in front leans forward and sweeps his lips over mine. “You will learn control in all situations.”
I’m angry and humiliated, but I keep these emotions inside, letting them fade away as I remember this is all part of the game. Breathing deeply, I work my way back into a meditative state.
His hands return to my sex, and now the dom behind me also rubs a fragrant oil into my shoulders then over my burning ass cheeks. A sigh tries to escape, but I bite my lips to stop it. The massage, front and back, releases the tension from my muscles and I once more relax.
The dom behind me spreads my ass cheeks and applies the oil to my crack. His slick fingers slide inside me and curl, while the dom in front of me continues to work my clit in slow circles. It’s sheer torture not to cry out, to moan in ecstasy, but I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure internally. This intense bliss nearl
y shatters me.
A humming breaks through my daze. I open my eyes as vibration moves through my buttocks. Behind me, my dom presses an anal plug against my crack. He slides the toy up and down, making my sex pulse stronger still. As he slips the toy into my anus, the dom at my front slides fingers in my cunt, still using his thumb to stroke my aching clit.
Sweat now beads my brow from the exertion of holding off any reaction. The rhythm of his stroking fingers matches that of the toy buzzing inside me. My hips want to rock and a moan tickles the back of my throat, but I squeeze my eyes shut tight and will my body to be still, my mouth to be silent.
Then the dom in front of me presses another vibrating toy against my inner thigh. It moves upward ever so slowly and I swallow hard. He glides it between my wet lips, still stroking my clit with his thumb as he does so. When he nudges the tiny, egg-shaped vibrator inside of me, I lose it. A loud moan escapes me and my hips rock back and forth.
All sensation stops. The crowd murmurs and my face heats with shame. My body sags in disappointment.
Whack! The whip kisses my ass again and I rock forward from the force of the blow, but I do not react. I bite my lip until I taste blood as the dom behind me delivers three more lashes.
“Have you learned your lesson, mistress?” the dom in front of me purrs. “Will you react again without permission.”
“Yes, sir,” I pant. “No, sir.”
He gets to his knees and licks the length of my wet slit, then grinds his tongue into my clit. Then he looks up at me, his face shadowed with lust. “Good girl.”
They torture me a while longer and the crowd cheers them on. Finally they give me permission to react, but not to come. Not yet.
“You’ll come when we fuck you,” the dom behind me says, sending a shiver of want up my spine. I need their cocks buried deep inside me.
My wish is granted moments later. Condom wrappers crinkle and rip open. Then a steely, hot cock caresses between my slick folds, while another glides over my ass. I know what is about to happen and my heart kicks it up to a Jack rabbit pace. I’ve only had both of them inside of me once before, when we were practicing for this very night. They were gentle and careful with entry. Though it hurt at first, they made sure I was well lubricated and the pleasure soon followed. I ejaculated for the first time that night. The orgasm broke me apart inside and out. Now I anticipate the same results, and I lick my lips, hungry for the intense release.
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