The limousine whisks us inside the spacious grounds of the Surrender Sanctuary resort. It reminds me of an old plantation mansion, with its looming white columns, peaked roof, and verandas lining most of the upper floor windows. The grounds are well manicured and breathtaking in their shades of variegated greenery.
We move through a pair of massive, white doors, into a spacious foyer carpeted in crimson. The black and white checkerboard floor compliments the pristine white walls nicely, and I let myself soak in the sumptuous atmosphere as we check in. A young woman with cat shaped eyes of emerald green greets us warmly and punches our names into a computer. She wears a leather collar wreathed in silver rings.
Isaiah and Sawyer lead me up a wide staircase and then we turn left and enter a long corridor lined by doors. At the very end, there are more stairs leading down to an atrium that is curved in a semi-circle. Large doors line its back wall, and it is toward one of these that my doms now guide me.
The room is huge and sprawling. Breath catches in my throat and my chest seizes in fear as I scan the rows of seats upholstered in red velvet that lead up to a raised platform at the front. This platform has been furnished with a set that looks like a lavish boudoir plucked out of French Colonial times.. Silky sheets embroidered with flowers are tucked beneath a mountain of satin pillows. To the left of the bed sits a dressing table with elaborate curved legs and a oval mirror wreathed by an ornately scalloped frame. A silver brush and comb rest next to a pewter powder tin. There is even a white armoire accented by pale pink roses painted near the center of its two doors. A faux window stands at one end of the platform, draped in crème sheers.
My doms lead me up onto the platform as I soak in this finery. A murmur drifts to my ears as I survey the sumptuous fake bedroom, and I turn to see a crowd of masked guests dressed in expensive finery milling in. I clutch at the cameo choker I wear and try not to panic as they take their seats.
“They’ll hear and see everything,” Sawyer points out where microphones and tiny cameras are secreted in the room. “And, tonight, they will touch your beauty with us.”
Fear flares in my stomach along with the thrill of desire. The men have prepared me earlier for what will happen. I will be a living exhibit and also an interactive one.
The doms lead me to the bed and I crawl up onto this sea of softness. I place my wrists near the railings lining the headboard when they instruct me to do so. Silver handcuffs snick closed and kiss my skin with a cool grip. Then the remaining cuffs are fasten to the bed’s railings. I lay prone atop the pillows and wait for our performance to begin.
“Welcome to Mistress M’s debut,” Isaiah addresses the crowd and they applaud. He waits for their clapping to die down then continues, “Tonight you will participate in our scene. We will take our submissive to the limits of orgasm denial, and we’ll add a dash of pain to keep things interesting.”
A murmur wafts through the crowd and I feed off their excitement. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. I close my eyes and focus on breathing deeply, keeping calm.
“Please approach the submissive,” Isaiah says. “Dom S will direct you.”
I lift my head off the pillows just a bit. Enough to see Sawyer walk toward the crowd and pick a handful of people to approach me, touch me. A thrill runs through my body, raising goose bumps across my flesh.
While the people walk up onto the platform, Isaiah approaches and tugs my corset down, exposing my breasts. His roguish smile sparks lust between my legs. Liquid heat flows out, making my clit and lower belly tingle. The cool air makes my aureoles pucker and my nipples harden.
A woman wearing a feathered mask is first to approach the bed. Sawyer stands back as her slender fingers skims over my collar bone. She leans toward Isaiah and whispers something. Moments later, he leaves the side of the bed and returns with a royal blue feather, which he hands to her. She traces its downy tip over my breasts, lets it flutter over my nipples. Arousal zips from these taut buds straight to my pussy. Wetness seeps from within and my folds grow slick.
The feather trails lower, gliding over my corset to tease my skin at the edge of the frilled hem. The masked woman tugs at my nipples with white-gloved fingers. She pinches the tips until they’re so hard they ache. I struggle to fight back a moan that crawls up my throat. When she flits the feather over my sex, sensation shudders through me, nearly making me arch my hips up into her strokes. But I internalize the wonderful feelings, keeping statue still atop the silky sheets.
Two men and another woman join her. They, too, are masked and clad in expensive evening wear. One man glides strong hands up my stocking. He slips fingers under its scalloped edge and peels the material down my thigh, over my calf. Then he raises my leg off the bed and peppers my skin with delicate kisses from calf to ankle. His tongue flits out and traces the arch of my foot. I almost squeal as it tickles and titillates, but instead I bite my lip hard and groan in my mind.
The other woman crawls up on the bed with me, placing herself between my legs. She flits her fingers over the lacy front of my thong, just grazing my clit and making my sex tingle until it becomes exquisite torture. Desire and intense need for release sears my every nerve.
Lips and tongues close around my nipples. I hiss air between my teeth, but still manage to maintain control of my reactions. Thankfully my doms don’t punish me for this minor outburst. One of them buries his hand in my hair and loosens my chignon, shaking out my curls until my locks pool around my face and shoulders. Then he traps my mouth in a savage, lusty kiss that leaves me breathless. My mind explodes from this all-out pleasure assault, but I keep my body as still as possible and remain silent, while inside I’m thrashing and screaming for a climax. The applause of the remaining crowd drifts into my ears, but my head rings from my efforts to please my doms, so the sound only reaches me faintly.
A distant hum precedes vibration through my sex. The woman between my legs presses a small vibrator against my panties and teases my clit through the flimsy fabric. Now awash in erotic sensation, my control slips and I let out a moan before I can stop myself.
All pleasure ceases and the people surrounding me scurry back to let my doms approach.
One towers over me, glowering in his disapproval. “Not until we allow it, mistress.”
I close my eyes, shamed I’ve displeased him.
He raises my legs up and sweeps a paddle over my buttocks. “Only a minor outburst, so three strikes should teach you.”
The paddle rears back and then meets my cheeks with a sharp crack. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. Another slap follows, and then another. I breathe hard through my nose, clench my teeth, but I manage to keep my cries internal.
He smiles in approval when finished. “Very good, mistress.” Then he leans over and kisses my forehead, which is beaded with sweat from exertion.
The hands, lips, tongues, and vibrator return, pleasuring my body until I almost shatter from the extreme ecstasy. I work hard to hold off my orgasm until my doms tell me I may come. My wispy thong is torn away and the vibrator presses into my clit, sending my bliss soaring. I curl my toes to keep from bucking my hips upward.
The vibrator teases between my wet labia, tracing up and down, up and down. My breathing grows more rapid and it takes all my will not to climax. Then the tiny toy slips inside of me and the vibration increases in speed. A hot, wet tongue laps at my clit. I squeeze my eyes shut and fist my hands in their cuffs, hoping they’ll let me come soon. The tongue pokes beneath the hood of my clitoris, flitting rapid over the swollen nub. I may soon go mad if I don’t get release.
“Are you ready to come, mistress?” one of my doms whispers in my ear. “Ready to orgasm like you never have before?”
“Yesss, sir.” My voice is raspy with need.
“Then you may come,” he says, granting me relief. “But not until I’m deep inside of you.”
He moves up onto the bed, taking the place of the woman who played between my legs. My other dom nears my head and then st
raddles my face. His thick cock is free and his naked skin gleams. While the dom between my legs slides his meaty glans inside of me, after slipping on a condom, the dom above me nudges his glistening penis between my lips. I suck on its head greedily as my other lover thrusts slow and sensuous inside of me. He places the vibrator against my clit once more as he fucks me, and in moments the orgasm explodes deep inside of me, leaving me shattered and writhing atop the bed as I moan around the cock I suck.
Greedily I lap beneath his glans while my dom pumps in and out of me, rubbing my already sensitive g-spot until another sublime pressure builds within. I take my other dom’s cock deep into my mouth, swishing my tongue back and forth over the ramrod hard shaft as I climb toward another orgasm. Hands roam over my breasts, fingers pluck at my nipples and a tongue curls around one as my doms fuck my pussy and face. Soon I climax so intense I ejaculate. My cunt walls clamp tight around his penis and juices gush from inside me. My lover buries his penis deep in my mouth until it grazes the back of my throat and he comes with me, shooting his seed down my throat. The dom still thrusting into my sex lets out a cry and he comes moments after us.
Sweating and shaking, my eyes flutter closed as hands, lips, tongues, and cocks all leave me. For a moment, I feel empty though satisfied. Then my two doms draw near with warm, wet face cloths. They wipe me clean while the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. I smile, feeling more cherished then I have ever felt in my life. But tears fall, too. Tears of joy and pain. For as much as I relish this successful performance, I know it will be my last.
After my doms unfasten me from the bed, Isaiah helps me slips into a silky crème robe. The crowd begins to filter out of the room.
“You were amazing.” He draws me into his arms and kisses my forehead.
“That was a memorable performance, Maya,” Sawyer adds, running his big hand up my back and dipping his head to kiss my neck. “You’ll be remembered inside Surrender Sanctuary.”
“Now, let’s go celebrate with the others.” Isaiah offers his hand to lead me from the stage. “There’s someone we both want you to meet.”
It’s time. My chest tightens from the impending loss. I won’t get to say goodbye.
Faking a smile, I say, “I’ll be right there. I just need to go to the bathroom.”
Sawyer moves toward my other side. “It’s right beside the stage. I’ll show you.”
“Thank you.” I can’t meet his eyes as he walks me to the wooden door with a golden knob.
Before he leaves me, I catch him in a quick hug, brush a swift kiss over his lips. “You and Isaiah mean everything to me. Please don’t forget that.” Then before he can reply, I disappear inside the bathroom.
I peek out after a few minutes to ensure I’m alone. Then I pad across the floor, moving toward the exit. My destination is the front desk, and I can only hope my bluff works.
The beautiful green eyed girl smiles as I approach. I feign illness, rubbing my forehead as if I’m in distress. Here’s hoping I’m a decent enough actress to pull this off.
In a reedy voice, I say, “Could you please call me a cab?”
She blinks rapidly in shock. “Oh… is everything all right?”
“I’m feeling a little ill after my performance. I hate to miss the rest of the evening, but I think I’ll head home.”
“Shouldn’t your doms be escorting you?” Her hand hovers over a phone on the front desk. “Would you like me to call them?”
Fear leaps into my throat but I fake a calm composure. “Oh, no, they already know. I just excused myself and told them to stay, enjoy the night. I don’t want to ruin their fun. I’ll take a cab and leave the car for them.”
This seems to convince her, but her frown shows doubt lingers. Still she calls me a cab and I’m soon off, back to the mansion I share with Isaiah and Sawyer. After quickly packing up my meager belongings, I slip back into the taxi and give him my brother’s address. As we pull out the front gates, I let myself quietly sob.
***
Ethan’s number pops up on my cell again and I’m glad I’ve switched from ring to vibrate. This is the fifth time he’s called and it isn’t even noon. Saturday has passed in a blur of tissues and hiding out in the spare room of Xander and Patty’s home. If Xander heard my cell ringing too many times, he’d definitely want to know what is up. Already he’s been bugging me to find out what’s wrong.
“You look pale and tired,” he says, his brow furrowing as he enters the spare room again to check on me.
“I’m fine.” I wave him off and sink deeper beneath the quilt. “Worry about yourself, not me.”
“You’re my little sister. It’s my job to worry about you.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “Is it your job? Something up at college?”
I shake my head and avoid his eyes. “I think I have the flu. I probably shouldn’t be here. You or Josh or Patty could catch the bug.” Hopefully this convinces him to leave the room.
But he remains. “I think you’re full of shit, sis. But I know you don’t want to talk about it. I’m here if you need to, though, okay? Patty, too.”
I nod, sit up, and give my brother a big hug. “Thanks, Xander.”
He squeezes me tighter. “No problem. It’s what big brothers do.”
Finally he leaves and my cell rings again. Ethan for a sixth time. I wonder how he’s doing as my replacement. How did Isaiah and Sawyer react to my leaving? And has Ethan met the new lady in their life? My stomach sinks as that last thought drifts through my mind. I shove my vibrating cell into the nightstand drawer, crawl farther under the covers, and wish for the oblivion of sleep.
***
Ethan makes a beeline toward me Monday morning after I take a seat in our English 210 class. He looks harried. His blond, short spikes are ruffled and his cheeks are dark with stubble. A surprise on my usually clean shaven, always crisp best friend.
He sits in the seat beside me and leans over. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Do you know what I’ve been through this weekend? Isaiah and Sawyer are super pissed with you.” He pushes his thin rimmed glasses up his nose. Sweat dampens his smooth brow.
“I’m sorry.” I shrink down in my chair, feeling like a heel for putting Ethan in this situation. “Did you meet their new girlfriend?” My throat tightens and anger burns low in my belly as the words leave my lips.
“New girlfriend?” Ethan frowns at me. “What are you talking about?”
“Isaiah told me there was a new woman in their life.” I almost choke on the admission. “I think they wanted me to meet her Friday night.”
“Are you kidding?” Ethan leans closer and his voice becomes an incredulous hiss. “The new woman is you, dumbass! They were going to propose to you Friday night.”
My jaw drops open. “What?”
But any further words are stopped by Professor Melville’s entrance. He tells the class to make sure all their phones are shut off, unless they want to be kicked out for an interrupting ringtone. Ethan shoots me a dirty look and I sink down even farther in my seat, avoiding his accusatory gaze as I focus on our teacher.
They were going to propose to me? This revelation is all I can think about, and it drowns out the professor’s words. My heart clenches and I hate myself for assuming. I should have asked them, should have trusted them. How could I have been such a stupid fool?
Moments later, shock number two enters the class. A collective gasp rises up from the students as a very angry Isaiah stomps into the room. My pulse picks up to a frantic pace as Professor Melville demands to know what Isaiah is doing interrupting his class.
“I apologize,” he says to the professor before he stalks up the stairs leading to my seat, his eyes centered on me and ablaze with rage. “This will only take a moment.”
Just as he’s squeezing past Ethan, Sawyer runs into the classroom. He makes an apology to the protesting professor than speeds up the stairs. “Dammit, Isaiah, I told you to wait!”
“This can’t wait,” Isaiah snaps back. H
e now towers over me as I cower in my chair and peer up at him.
“You didn’t even leave a note.” He shakes his head at me. “Do you know how upset the children are?” His massive arms cross over his muscular chest. “How upset Sawyer and I were? We searched the Surrender grounds and resort for hours looking for you. Why the fuck did you run away from us?”
Before I can say a word, Ethan pipes up, “She thought you two were seeing another woman.” At Isaiah’s incredulous glare, he adds, “I know. I don’t get it either.”
I’m tempted to punch him in the arm for that less-than-helpful interruption, but I’m too riveted by the rage pouring off Isaiah and aimed in my direction.
Sawyer wedges his way past Ethan and grabs Isaiah’s arm. He looks at me, and his eyes are also filled with anger. But something else that stabs at my heart all the more. He appears truly hurt, disappointed in me.
“We’ll talk later,” he says to me. “After class.”
“Like hell we’ll wait until later.” Isaiah reaches down and ensnares my arm. “We’re going outside to talk now.”
I don’t resist. Instead I follow the two men out of the classroom, my face burning at the intense stares of my classmates. I mumble an apology to the professor as we head out the door.
Isaiah pulls me along and Sawyer walks at my side, gripping my other hand. We stop in the college’s open field that stretches out between the main campus and the administrative buildings. Isaiah sits on a stone bench under a tall oak, and Sawyer pulls me down between them as he sits.
I hold my breath, waiting for someone to speak. Finally Isaiah pins me with that angry glare again and says, “Why didn’t you come to us about your concern? How could you just walk out like that?”
My gut burns with guilt. My chest tightens and I can’t hold his stare. I’m too ashamed. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you about the woman. Should’ve known it was me. But that day in the park, it seemed like you were talking about someone else.”
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