Mastering Her Desires

by Melinda Barron

  Her nipples tightened as the words left her mouth. She’d never been this excited about a caning before. The jerk had given her one, and the swats had been hard, but strangely unsatisfying. This one would be different, simply because of who was wielding the cane.

  “Time to play,” Leo said from the doorway. “Everyone in the playroom, except brat.”

  They all hurried from the room, and when they were gone, Leo stepped inside. He held up a key. “I’m going to take off your belt, and then you’ll follow me. Inside the room, you’ll kneel in front of each of my guests and invite them to witness your caning, even though they’re already there.”

  “Yes, Milord Leo.” Her excitement switched to nerves. Would Kenan bind her, or would he expect her to stand and take it? She wished she had more direction before she went into the room.

  Leo undid her belt, and it fell to the floor with a clank. She’d become so used to the heavy thing it seemed like a part of her. He left the room without giving her any more instructions, and as usual, she walked behind him. He went down the hallway to a doorway at the end. After she’d stepped inside, she was reminded of Kenan’s three rooms at home. Were his like this one? It was cavernous and filled with lots of BDSM play toys, including special tables and chairs. The walls were covered with crops and whips, and one wall, was home to ropes—lots of them.

  So, Leo’s into bondage in a big way, she thought as she glanced around again. Every Dom was staring at her, and she realized she was supposed to greet them and issue a personal invitation. She started with Lady M and worked her way from there, telling each of them she was happy to see them and would love it if they would stay to watch her Master use a cane on her bottom.

  Of course, they all said yes. Kenan stood in the middle of the room, but instead of a cane, he held a cat. To her, it looked like the same one he’d used the other evening, although she was sure this one was from Leo’s private collection. For the first time, she thought about what he wore—a pair of blue jeans and a black button down shirt. She wondered if she’d seen him in anything else, and then remembered the times he’d worn a T-shirt it had also been black.

  She walked to him, and when she was near, his gaze dropped to the floor. She understood and obeyed, dropping to her knees.

  “You’ve been a good brat tonight.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She glanced up at him. “If I’ve been good, why aren’t you holding the cane I was promised?”

  “What did I tell you?” Kenan said, his voice tinged with humor. “Cheeky.”

  The gathering laughed, and Piper tried to catch Kenan’s attention. He flicked the cat next to him then snapped his fingers. “Bring in the chair.”

  Bitch and saucy left the room, and Piper frowned up at Kenan, who now looked directly at her. “I like to change things up a bit. We’re using a rattan chair, which is the cane in this little scenario.”

  Disappointment ran through her. She’d been looking forward to feeling the hard bite of the cane against her ass. Instead, she would get the cat, which felt good, but wouldn’t give her the intensity she craved.

  The subs returned, carrying a large chair between them. It was so large it looked as if it could fit two people. It was tall, larger than a barstool. There was no seat on which she could sit. She frowned as they set it down next to Kenan.

  “Hop on,” he said.

  “How?” She stood and examined the equipment.

  “There are boards for your legs, and two at the back for you to sit on.” He pointed the cat at the board. “There’s also a place for your feet.”

  She leaned toward him. “This won’t hold me.”

  “Climb on.” She studied it before she gingerly put one foot on the base and climbed up. The chair didn’t wobble, which let her know it was sturdier than it looked. She placed her ass on the board and grasped the handrails before she sat down totally. This wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought.

  As she settled in, bitch and saucy bound her ankles to the legs with soft, satiny ties. They did the same to her wrists then tied a length of cord around her middle as if it were a seatbelt. As they’d tied her legs, she realized her legs were spread wide open, which meant she could get a good pussy whipping.

  Vulnerability is the name of this game, she said to herself as Kenan circled the chair. She was on display, so everyone could see her attributes. He pushed the cat against her shoulder, and the strands tickled her breasts.

  “Sit up straight, brat. If you slouch even a little, you’ll regret it.” He leaned in closer. “By the way, you’re off the clock.”

  A dark, sensual look overcame him as he stepped back and started to tease her with the cat, slowly at first, the strands tickling her breasts, pussy and legs. She wiggled in the chair to try and feel it better, but when she did, he moved to the back, the cat coming through the two slats there, kissing her back as gently as they had her front.

  Piper jiggled as he teased her, the need for more surging through her. “Whip me,” she yelled, and the gathering laughed. Kenan ignored her and continued to torment her, the strikes even softer than they had been before.

  The gentle strikes drove her insane, much more than any harsh ones ever did. They tormented her with promises of more, a vow that seemed as if it would go unfulfilled.

  Then, suddenly, the intensity changed. The cat bit her hard, the force behind them growing with teach strike. They slapped against her thighs, bit into her pussy and breasts, and slapped against the part of her ass that wasn’t against the canes.

  The wonderful sensations she always felt during a whipping were taking hold, and then a few of the bands slapped against her pussy, parting her wet lips. The rubber smacked against her sensitive folds and hit her piercing. Sweet, wonderful ripples of pleasure shot through her, and the urge to climax took over.

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  “Don’t you dare,” Kenan countered, his stern tone ratcheting up the craving soaring through her body.

  “I’ll stop,” he growled. “I’ll leave you hanging.”

  Piper sucked in a deep lung full of air in an effort to get hold of her senses, but it was hard. Every nerve ending, every fiber of her being, danced under the feel of the cat, which he applied expertly to her body.

  Emotions she’d never felt before were taking over, squeezing her fingers and toes, making her head pound as if it would explode. She’d never been down this road before, and with each strike she went a little further, her body seeming to lift from the chair, her mind swirling around the room at breakneck speed.

  She thought she cried out, could have sworn she heard Kenan say something, but damned if she knew what it was. Her body jolted, her heard pounded, and then suddenly she rocketed, her body jerking against the bonds as wave after wave of desire took over. It was a hunger that could never be quenched, and she never wanted it to be. She wanted to stay here forever, feel it for the rest of her life.

  “Come back to me,” a voice whispered in her ear, but she shook her head, sobs rising up in her throat.

  She managed to croak out, “More, please, Sir,” the words stilted and low.

  “Enough for now,” the voice replied. “It’s enough to know I sent you soaring into sub space for the first time. There will be many more after this, I promise.”

  He stroked her hair as he held her face against his chest. “Did you like your pussy whipping?”

  Piper managed a nod, or at least she thought she did. Her chest heaved as her body began to come back down from where she had been. He kissed the top of her head, and emotions she’d told herself she’d never feel came front and center.

  “Kenan.” She pulled against the ties in an effort to touch him. “Fuck…please…I…want.”

  “Yes, sweet brat. I’ll fuck you tonight and many more nights to come.”

  He took a step back and she focused on him. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and the look of absolute hunger on his face made her clit quiver. Bitch and saucy were untying her. Both of them remained
silent as they helped her to stand. Her legs wobbled, and she held them closed as she tried to steady herself.

  Not that it mattered. Kenan bent and put his shoulder into her stomach, picking her up as if she were a sack of potatoes. The party cheered as they started to walk. He took a right, then a left and unceremoniously dumped her onto a bed.

  It was dark in the room, but the moonlight filtered in from the open window, showcasing him as he stripped out of his clothes. She’d seen him naked many times now, but tonight seemed like the first. His muscles were rock hard, almost as if they were made out of granite. His cock jutted upward as if it were pointing to heaven, the place it wanted to take her.

  After he dropped the clothes, he walked into an adjoining room. When he came back, she could barely make out his hand as he stroked himself.

  Condom, she thought as he stood at the end of the bed.

  “Spread your legs, brat.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She saluted him. He was on top of her and inside her before she knew it. The desire she’d felt earlier pulsed through her again as he started to pound into her, taking her as if there were no tomorrow.

  Piper wrapped her legs around him, holding him close as he fucked her. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the most decadent feeling she’d ever experienced. Her clit tightened, and she knew she was about to explode again.

  “Kenan,” she screamed. “May I? Please, Sir, please…”

  He pushed her into the bed, thrusting into her even harder. She took that as a yes and allowed her orgasm to overtake her. Her walls tightened around his rigidness, and he muttered something she couldn’t understand.

  When the feeling left her, her legs fell back onto the bed.

  “Bad brat,” he said, his voice heavy with exertion. “I wasn’t ready for that to be over.”

  He dropped down next to her on the bed. “We’ll learn each other’s rhythms, and you’ll learn to ask permission.”

  “But I did,” she said, her chest heaving as much as his.

  “You didn’t wait for the answer.” He reached down and cupped her pussy. “Who does this belong to?”

  It was on the tip of her tongue to say her. Instead, she whispered, “What are you asking?”

  “I’m not asking, I’m telling you this pussy is mine. As is your ass, your tits, all of you, including that big mouth and that brain that doesn’t seem to be able to follow directions. When we get home, I’m replacing your training collar with a real one—after a suitable training period, of course. If you have a problem with that idea, speak now.”

  “No problem,” she managed to say. He wanted to collar her? It was like a dream come true.

  He cupped her pussy and squeezed it again. “Answer my question.”

  “It belongs to you, Sir.”

  “On your knees.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.” Piper’s brain turned to mush as he pushed one finger inside her. He slowly ran it in and out. She could swear he slowed his pace with each swipe, until it was almost like he was going in slow motion.

  Kenan continued to stroke her. In her mind, his fingers morphed into his dick as he fucked her with leisurely strokes, as if he would stay inside her for the rest of their lives. Her clit pulsed with need, and the desire to burst built inside her.

  Piper rolled her hips gently. The movement earned her a sharp slap on the ass.

  “Hold still.”

  “It’s your fault!” She wiggled her hips as he continued to tease her. “You’re the one fingering me. Quit with the soft stuff and make me come.”

  Did he just laugh? She wasn’t sure, but it sort of sounded like it.

  “A month ago, if someone had said my sub would have a smart mouth, I would have said bullshit. But now, I know it’s going to be fun dealing with your comebacks and your inability to follow rules.”

  “Follow this.” She thrust herself onto his fingers, moving so fast she almost came, until he pulled his fingers away.

  He stood so quickly she wondered how he managed it.

  “Hey!” Piper turned to face him. “Get back to what you were doing.”

  “You’ll pay for that later. Right now, I’m going to get your belt. I like the idea of you wearing it. Then I’m going outside to speak to Leo. You stay in here until I get back, then we’ll go to our room, and you’ll be back on the clock.”

  “My pleasure, Sir.”

  “Don’t move an inch,” he said from the doorway. When he returned, he watched as she put on the belt, then he snapped the lock into place. Piper lay back down as he strode from the room. She had a Master, someone who wanted her despite her tendency to say things that weren’t appropriate. She needed to talk to him about that and more. They had a lot of things to discuss.

  She rolled onto her side and sighed with pleasure. She wasn’t sure how long she’d lain there before footsteps sounded in the hallway. The bed dipped and a hand caressed her side.

  “Nicely fucked,” a voice said, and her body froze. She turned to see Stein, his eyes full of hatred. “One word and you’re dead, and all your friends out there will follow suit.”

  Piper nodded as he stood and took a gun from his waistband. “You’re coming with me, and I’ll teach you some manners before it’s all over.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Are you telling me you’re going to get down on one knee and give her a ring?”

  Kenan took a drink of his beer, swallowed, and waited a full beat before answering. “What I’m saying is she’s going to get down on both knees, and I’m going to give her a collar.”

  Leo gathered his hair into a big ponytail and began to wrap it with a band he kept around his wrist. Kenan could see he was trying to decide what to say. “You’ve only known her a week. Don’t get me wrong I think she’s a great chick. But, I repeat, you’ve only known her a week.”

  “Which is why it’s not a ring.” Although he could see giving her a ring. There was something about her that made him smile, even when she was opening her mouth when she shouldn’t.

  “You didn’t even collar Alice, and you guys were together for almost a year. What does that say?”

  Dear, sweet Alice, who obeyed every command no matter what it was. Kenan had thought that was what he wanted, but the longer they were together, the more bored he became. He’d tried another sub, and another, and finally found out he quickly became bored with them. He’d thought it was him; that he just wasn’t ready for a commitment. And then he’d met Piper.

  “It shows I knew something wasn’t right,” he replied after a few minutes. “Piper fascinates me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be bored with her.”

  “You got that right.” Leo took a drink from his own beer before he continued, “Have you told her about this decision?”

  “Yup.” Kenan looked toward the house. “She’s sleeping off her first experience with sub-space. I want her legs to work for the walk back to the resort.”

  “You going to make her carry you or something?”

  Kenan snorted out a laugh. “No, I’m testing out something for tomorrow night. I kept thinking about her being alone with the ass, and I didn’t like it.” Truthfully, the protectiveness he felt toward her was one thing that showed him she was more than just someone who was helping him with his capture.

  “And…?”

  “I didn’t like the idea of her being with him, even if we did know where they were. I don’t trust Stein further than I could throw him. So I put a small tracking device on her belt. I’m going to test it on the walk back. The signal goes to my phone. I’ve used it lots of times in takedowns by putting it on the cars of people I knew would be around my suspects. But there are numerous cell towers there, and only one here. I hope it works.”

  Leo sat forward. “Show me.”

  You can take the man out of the Rangers, but you can’t take the Ranger out of the man, Kenan thought as he pulled out his phone. Even if his friend didn’t admit it, he was excited about tomorrow night’s action. Playing with the tracker was
just an appetizer.

  Kenan accessed the app, and a small red dot appeared on the screen. “See, here’s the house, and here’s the resort.” He pointed to small squares before thumping the dot. “This is Piper.”

  A frown marred his face as he studied the phone. “She’s moving. What the hell?”

  “Maybe she decided to go back to the resort,” Leo suggested.

  Kenan watched the dot as it blipped across the map. “No, she’s moving away from it, going north.”

  “North?” Leo took the phone from him. Kenan stood and headed toward the house. No one but Leo noticed. The rest of the gathering was in the pool, where the subs were playing a game of tag.

  As he entered the house, he could her Leo’s footsteps behind him.

  “Piper!”

  No answer.

  “Piper, where are you?”

  He went to the bedroom. In the middle of the bed, where Piper should be, was a laptop. He picked it up and scanned the screen. It was open to the bail bonds office site. The picture was the takedown he’d participated in before they’d come to Belize. Someone had used a marker to circle a person in the background. He pulled the screen closer.

  “Mother fucker.” He dropped the laptop on the bed. “He knows.”

  “How?” Leo picked up the computer. His muttered, “Fuck,” showed he’d seen the same thing Kenan had—Kenan’s face, slightly blurry, but still unmistakable.

  “He’s got her.” His hands balled into fists, and he wanted to smash the walls. “Son of a bitch.”

  Stay calm, he repeated to himself. One thing he’d learned in the service was that panicking would not do any good. Right now it was hard, though. He’d promised Piper he would take care of her, and the first time he’d left her alone, Stein had struck.

  “He has to have a boat to get off the island.” He turned his gaze on Leo. “Where else besides the resort could he find one?”

  He could almost see the wheels turning in Leo’s mind as he mapped out the small space they were on. “One place in that area. One of my managers and his wife live up there. They have a boat. He and Stein have played up there the few times he’s been here. I’ll call them. You go and start the car.”