Before she could answer, he walked behind her. What would he do first? She panted with anticipation.
“Such a pretty ass,” he murmured. “You’re a beautiful woman. I love seeing you completely naked.” A sharp bite on her earlobe caused her to jump. “At my mercy.”
She’d been at his mercy since the moment he’d appeared in her office yesterday. The submissive part of her nature had been lying dormant, waiting for Jake Monroe to bring her to life, to show her how fulfilling sex could be.
Something with a soft, textured surface ran down the curve of her spine. A strip of leather, maybe? When it reached her ass, the eerie caress followed the crack down to her pussy. She squirmed, trying to spread her thighs wider, seeking more contact with the leather.
Suddenly it was gone.
Whack!
The first slap stung her ass with teasing heat. Had he hit her with the leather strap? She whimpered even though it hadn’t hurt much.
Thwap!
Definitely the leather. A belt of some sort, judging from the whistling noise right before it made contact with her tender bottom. She moaned and tried to push her rear back, but the ties held her too firmly. She could only stand there helplessly as he spanked her, heating her ass until she closed her eyes and surrendered to the pain. Each slap sent tingles of pleasure to her sex. Her clit throbbed, her vagina wept to be filled. After a minute, tickling wetness dribbled onto her upper thigh.
Across the room, the other couple had stopped their dirty teacher-student game and turned toward Kate. The man’s trousers were open, and the woman was pumping his cock with one hand while she tweaked her nipple with the other. The yearning in their eyes set Kate’s heart thumping. She thrust her breasts out, putting on a show for them.
Smack!
The bite of the strap hit hard, and she cried out. He struck her relentlessly, altering the force and tension, the angle, hitting her low across the back of her thighs one time, high across the top of her ass the next. She lost count, lost track of time, hanging there naked while Jake plied the leather like a pro. The rhythm took on a reassuring cadence, the pain focusing her attention on the sharp, aching needs of her body. She existed only as a woman Jake spanked, a sexual plaything for his mastery. If he told her to climax now, she might come as easily as Arthur had.
She moaned, straining against the restraints, eager for the pleasure that always followed his tender administration of pain.
When a mouth pressed onto hers, she gave a start of surprise and opened her eyes to see Jake’s forehead. Mmm. She kissed him back, opening wide to feel his tongue, taste his musky flavor. He probed deep, reaching almost to her throat. Big hands molded her bottom, pulling her torso up to rub against his hard cock. His fingers felt marvelously cool against her hot flesh.
“You’re mine,” he murmured against her lips.
Was there any doubt? “All yours.”
“Use the word,” he demanded.
She blinked in confusion. “What…what word?”
When he stepped back, he was scowling. Kate saw a cluster of people behind him, including the schoolgirl and teacher. Had all of these people watched him spank her? Heard her moans? Her face grew almost as warm as her bottom.
He grinned and touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “My shy little Kate. Who should I share you with first?”
An idle threat, but the sensual heat in his words made her quiver. “Are you giving me the choice?”
His laugh was mirthless. “Hardly.”
Enough of this torture. She closed her eyes. “Make me come, Jake.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I run the show, remember?”
Of all the games he’d played with her, not letting her climax was the only one that felt like cruelty. He’d had her aroused and aching for over an hour. “I can’t take much more of this.”
He gripped her chin with one hand, and she gazed up into his hard eyes. “You can’t take it? Then use the safe word and end it now. Go back to normal sex.”
If she used the word, he’d be gone. She knew it. He’d consider it a form of fighting back, of pushing him away, of denying her submissive nature. He’d find another woman to live out all his kinky fantasies with.
But why did he keep trying to get her to cave in? Was he so sure she couldn’t keep up with him? So eager to drive her away?
Time to up the ante. She’d show him she could push as many of his buttons as he pushed of hers.
When she tossed her head, the chains above her wrists clanged. She caught the eye of the “teacher” and smiled coyly. “Hey, professor. My Master won’t satisfy me. Why don’t you give it a try?”
Chapter Thirteen
Jake had never wanted to be part of the Bondage scene. With all the dumb costumes, this could be a kinked-up Halloween party. A guy he knew from Texas used to say, “Big hat, no cattle.” Half of the people in this club had on a big bondage hat, but none of them had the cattle. His need to dominate Kate was fundamental, a primal urge that went way beyond making her wear Catholic schoolgirl costumes and crotchless panties.
Now she hung here pretending this was a game, that she could choose which man would fuck her first? She didn’t understand the first thing about why he needed her submission.
He needed her to give him her whole being…to trust him with her body and soul, on the deepest level possible. Thoroughly, completely, totally. How dare she call him Master, then ask another man to get her off? She acted like this was just another kinky fantasy, a scenario she could control. Like Jake was a puppet dancing at the end of her string instead of her Master.
“Can I, man?”
The young punk in the cheesy teacher getup stood at his elbow, practically salivating while he looked at Kate, his hard dick hanging out of his open fly.
Jake’s hand fisted, then relaxed. At least the guy knew to ask her Dom first. That was one of the rules of the scene. “No.”
When he looked back at Kate, her grin was smug. Damn it. Did she think she could manipulate him so easily? Where was the trust in that? If she trusted him, she wouldn’t feel any need to manipulate him.
Time to show her his chain wasn’t that easy to yank.
Teacher boy was walking away, but Jake grabbed his elbow. “What about your schoolgirl? Can she play with my toy?”
The guy’s eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas. Watching two subs make out must be high on his list of hot tickets. The girlfriend gasped and went down on one knee, tugging at her partner’s hand. “Can I, Master? I’ll make it good for you.”
Her Master patted her head and smiled down at her. “Sure, dollface. Go ahead. Knock yourself out.”
Kate looked shocked, eyes wide and lips parted. Her cheeks had gone pale.
Jake couldn’t resist the need to touch her. He took her breast in one hand and pinched the nipple.
She gazed up at him pleadingly. “No, Jake. Please.”
“It’s all or nothing, Kate.” His voice sounded like he’d been swallowing gravel. “Don’t you get it yet? I own you. You might be able to buy and sell a loser like me a dozen times over, but I own you sexually.”
And he’d prove it now, once and for all.
He dropped his hand and turned to the schoolgirl. “Go down on her,” he ordered. “But just tease her. She’s not allowed to come until I say so.”
Behind him, Kate gasped. He forced himself not to turn. He didn’t want to see her looking at him all wounded. If she wanted to be his lover, she had to know exactly what that meant ‑‑ total submission to his will.
When the young woman nodded, her curly pigtails bounced. “Yes, sir.” She fell forward onto her hands and knees, then crawled across the floor to Kate, brushing her cheek against Kate’s knee. Kate seemed to be holding her breath, her lips trembling, her eyes squeezed tight.
Schoolgirl drew her lips up Kate’s thigh, then delicately licked the edge of her bush. Jake’s cock hardened to painful proportions. The sight of another woman’s face disappearin
g against his lover’s pussy was unbelievably erotic. Was this woman’s tongue more perceptive? More aware of how to touch and tease a delicate clit? Or was a woman’s mouth just a substitute for a man’s? Did Kate imagine his tongue eating her pussy instead?
When the sub put a hand between Kate’s legs, his cock pounded with lust. Was she parting Kate’s pussy lips so she could lick her clit? Slipping a finger inside her cunt, where no woman’s hand had ever been before?
Without conscious thought, he moved behind Kate and cupped her lovely breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, feeling her gasp and shudder as a strange woman’s tongue took her to the edge. “Don’t come yet, baby,” he murmured.
She whimpered.
“You look so hot, Kate. I love ‑‑” He bit the word off and swallowed hard. “I love that you’re doing this for me.” His gaze took in the observers, all watching avidly, and his chest swelled with pride. What a lovely, generous woman she was. How far she’d been willing to let him take her.
Her back trembled against him. He pulled his shirt off, dying to feel her skin on his. She shimmied back and forth, teasing his chest and belly, moaning softly.
He took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down gently, breathing in her ear the way he knew she liked. “You see how I own you? It’s up to me if you have another woman’s mouth on your pretty slit. I decide whether or not you get fucked.”
“You won’t ‑‑” A little gasp cut her off. The lips at work between her legs must have found a tender spot. Had she thrust her tongue inside Kate’s pussy? His cock leaked a little on his pants.
When Kate caught her breath, she looked up at him with those deep green cat’s eyes. “You won’t let another man fuck me. I know it.”
Resisting him again. Hell, he might not do it, but that wasn’t the point. She had to want what he wanted, enjoy what he enjoyed. No matter what.
“You’re right. I won’t let another man fuck you, because you don’t deserve to get fucked.” He tweaked her nipples one last time, and she moaned. “You’re resisting me, so you don’t deserve to have anything in that rebellious little pussy.”
He stepped back. “Hey, teacher. You mind if I play with your girl for a minute?”
The teacher had his hand on his cock, stroking idly, eyes glued to his partner’s head. “Go for it, man. I get off on sharing her.”
Now that was a surprise. He’d expected a “no,” since he hadn’t let the guy play with Kate. But he’d take advantage of the nerd’s generosity.
It took an act of will to turn away from Kate, but the schoolgirl was waiting for him, her lips and chin dripping wet. Wet from Kate’s pussy. His knees went weak. He leaned back against a horizontal metal bar and unzipped his pants, gaze fixed to her pursed little lips and bouncing pigtails.
She gave a quick look at the professor. “Can I, Master? Would it please you?”
He nodded. “You bet, baby. I can’t wait to kiss his cum off of your mouth.”
Yuck. Not Jake’s fantasy, but who was he to complain? The schoolgirl licked her lips eagerly, her gaze focused on his crotch. He pulled his cock free, shivering a little as the cool air hit his superheated skin.
She cooed at the sight, as though he had the juiciest dick she’d ever seen, and crawled over to his feet. Eyes focused on his cock, she opened wide and sucked him down in one smooth swallow.
Oh, yeah. He leaned back and gripped the bar, closing his eyes with the rush of lust. A blow job from an anonymous woman, a slave servicing his cock while her Master watched ‑‑ it didn’t get much better than this.
A vision of Kate flashed into his head, kneeling at his feet like a geisha to suck him off, her movements as tentative as if it was the first blow job she’d ever given. A pang of regret took the edge off his pleasure. Damn it. He’d never planned to be monogamous. Why did he feel so guilty about having his meat in another woman’s mouth?
He looked down at the sucking redhead. She gave a first-rate blow job, deep-throating him like a porn star, every swallow clamping down hard on the head of his cock. Slutty, pretty, and totally submissive. If he told her to bend like a pretzel and take him up the ass, she’d do it eagerly. The image should have made him spurt in her hot, tight mouth, but he felt nothing but puzzled detachment. She was sexy and submissive, but she wasn’t Kate.
Shit. Love was a fucking inconvenient thing. Even with a hot, well-trained slave at his feet, all he could think about was getting back to Kate. He stroked the schoolgirl’s head, resting his hands on her ears. A gentle prelude to pushing her away.
“Alcatraz.”
No way. He had to open his eyes and look at Kate to make sure he’d heard her right. Tears trickled down her cheeks, or maybe it was perspiration. “What?”
At his feet, the redhead took him even deeper into her tight throat. He gasped with the near-pain of it. The woman had a mouth like a steel trap.
Kate licked her swollen, trembling lips. “Alcatraz.”
The safe word. God damn it. He pushed the schoolgirl’s shoulders back. With a whimper and a little sucking noise, she released his cock and looked up at him in confusion.
He patted her head. “Sorry, doll. You were great, really.”
Two long steps brought him to Kate’s side. Without a word, without a glance at her face, he reached up and untied the ropes that bound her wrists. Guilt made his fingers clumsy, and it took a lot longer than it should have to free her.
When she lowered her hands, she wiped at her cheeks but kept her eyes closed. The distress on her face made his chest hurt. Had he been oblivious to her suffering? Standing with her hands overhead must have been more painful than he’d thought.
He freed her ankles, then straightened and reached out to massage her arms. She stepped back like he was a snake.
“That’s it.” Her voice shook a little, but her face was set. “I can’t take anymore, Jake.”
The words sounded horribly final. He’d pushed her too far, sent her over the edge of her comfort zone. She was new to all of this, so new, and he hadn’t broken her in gently at all. Stupid, stupid idea, taking her to a club this extreme. But damn it, he wasn’t about to backpedal.
“Let’s get out of here. We can finish at home. In private.” Shit, that sounded like backpedaling.
When she took a breath, her throat shuddered. “How could you do that to me?”
The plaintive wail hit him smack in the chest. Guilt coiled in his stomach. “I didn’t know it hurt so much. You should have said something. I’d have ‑‑”
“That’s not what I mean.” Her voice was rising, practically shouting. “How could you leave me hanging there, dying to come, while you…you chose another woman over me?”
For the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything to say. The way she put it, he seemed like the dumbest man on Earth.
She gripped the pole with one hand. “No matter what I do, how far I go, I’m just not enough for you. That’s the bottom line.” She wiped fresh tears from her cheeks. “I know I’m submissive. But I refuse to let you make me feel inferior.”
A two-by-four between the eyes would have stunned him less. “Inferior? You’re…” There didn’t seem to be words to tell her what she meant to him. “You’re everything, Kate. None of this ‑‑” He waved his hand, taking in the poles, the ropes, the crowd of people in leather watching them, more enthralled by the drama than the sex. “None of this means anything without you.”
She shook her head. “You call me a toy. Well, I’m not a toy you can break and put back together again.”
Fear clogged his throat. Didn’t she understand the first thing about him? “I don’t want to break you. I just want you to admit that you’re mine.”
“I’ve admitted it half a dozen times.”
True, but he had never believed it.
When he reached out this time, she let him pull her into his arms. He buried his face in her hair. “Maybe I want you to say it a little differently.”
Tsk. “I’m not a mi
nd reader, Jake.”
He hated the thought of giving her a script, telling her what he needed to hear. But before he demanded her trust, he should earn it himself.
He took a deep breath and let the truth out. “I love you, Kate.” Amazingly, the roof didn’t crash down on him. He squeezed her tight to keep her from seeing the naked vulnerability on his face. “All I really want is for you to love me back.”
A collective sigh came from their audience. Damn, he must sound like a sap.
Who cared? All that mattered was Kate’s slender arms, pulling him closer. “Oh, Jake. I love you, too.”
Unbelievable. When he leaned back and gazed down into her face, she looked more serene than he’d ever seen her. “No way.”
“Why else do you think I let you…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Why do you think I let you spank me in my office? Anyone could have caught us.”
She had a point. A woman who did that had to be either crazy or in love. Or crazy in love, like he was.
She shimmied in his arms, her naked breasts swaying against his chest. “I can think of a few other ways to convince you. But first…” When her hand reached low and cupped his balls, she held a little too tightly for comfort, making him wince. “I love it when you boss me around. I love it when you punish me. But I won’t take the humiliation of standing by and watching you with another woman. Not ever.”
He ignored the soreness in his balls and gently put a hand on her cheek. “That’s one of our differences, Kate.”
Her brows furrowed in concern.
He kissed her right on her puckered forehead. “I don’t want another woman, baby. But I loved seeing you with one.” Damned if his cheeks didn’t heat at the admission. He stumbled on, ignoring it. “And I like the thought of another man’s hands on you, too. As long as I’m the one directing the show.”
Her fingers released his balls, and her shoulders lifted in a little shrug. “I suppose we can experiment with that.” She gazed down at his chest, the picture of submission. “If it would please you…Master.”
She gave the word just the right hint of rebelliousness, like a bratty sub who would often test his limits…begging him for the punishment she secretly enjoyed. Yeah, Kate was perfect for him. Perfect in every way.
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