“He’ll never understand, Miya.”
“That’s the part that kills me.”
“But he can be taught not to do it again. He can learn what your limits emotionally are if you fight in a way he’ll understand. Running away, taking off—all things a normal woman would do. You’re not a normal woman. We are not normal men. Submissives rarely have the ability to make their masters see it their way. But you do. As long as I can help, I think you should take advantage of that.” His tongue glided erotically over my hole. “You should have had an enema.”
I scrunched up my nose. “What for?”
“It’s hard to have the kind of anal sex I want to have without. My subs don’t usually come down here without having one. I don’t like shit.” He laughed when I groaned. “Probably the only bodily fluid I won’t tolerate. They feel good. Ask Jaxon. We’ve both given our submission to understand. And we don’t have a pretty pussy like you. We only have assholes.” He licked mine once more and then stood, flashing me a dirty smile. “It can be his first punishment. To prepare your ass for me. Whaddaya say?”
I couldn’t help laughing. “You should see your face. You’re way too excited.”
“I want him to pay for what he did to you.”
I rolled my eyes. “You want my body, Sam.”
He shrugged, planting a dirty kiss to my lips. “And that. Should I go get our bitch for the evening?”
“Don’t call him that.”
“If he comes in here, he’s not your master. I am. He’s your sub for the night. He’ll assume the role or I’ll kick his ass out and fuck yours all fucking night.”
I didn’t want to do this to him. But it worked the first time. Mistress Vega—the bitch—punished him for cheating on her. And he never did it to her again. Now her I’d like to punish, with a cane, for hours. I didn’t want it to be that way for us. I didn’t want him to be in pain for mine. I wanted him to stop breaking my heart. But wanting things my way hadn’t worked out. Maybe a taste of his own medicine would help him see how cruel and evil he had been.
“But then what, Sam? We’re good again until when? Until the next mean thing he does, or the next offense I commit?”
He held my face. “This is the world you entered the moment you fell in love with a sexual dominant. It can be no other way, only less extreme.”
I fell against him. Nina was right. I was seeking out my heartache in hopes for good, and trying to make sense of all the bad.
“Are you ready to be a Mistress?” he asked, eyes shining with dark glee.
“Mistress Miya?” I tried out, kind of loving the sound of it.
He moaned, pressing his erection through his jeans against my naked sex. “You’re my sub and his mistress tonight. You’re a boss to him and a sexy little slut for me, isn’t that right?”
I purred, taking to the nickname.
“You ready to play?
I took a deep breath, slipped into this new role, and then nodded, ready to show Jaxon Damon how badly he broke my heart.
16.
I had a panic attack the moment Samuel took off.
I needed more time. I wanted less pain and more love, but wouldn’t get that unless I gave it to myself first. The only comfort I had was that I knew the moment he walked into this dungeon, I would be the one with all the control for once. It was the only place I felt strength tonight, within Jaxon’s possible submission.
Soon, my panic evaded and I grew impatient. I must have been down there for an hour by the time the door opened. My panic returned, lodging in my throat. Sam came in first, eyes glittering with humor and anticipation.
Jaxon came in second. Shirtless, head down, hands behind his back. In seconds, I wanted to come undone. To run at his body and feel his arms.
“Kneel where you’re standing, Jaxon.”
He did so immediately, keeping his head bowed. I could feel the pain and turmoil swirling inside him. His black hair was damp and I could smell male soap, like Sam had made him shower before coming down here. I flashed him an evil look when I realized what he’d done to him.
“You gave him an enema?” I mouthed.
He grinned.
I was already sad and we hadn’t even done anything to him. I didn’t want to do this. I wanted to love him. Only love him.
Master Samuel wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Jaxon and I had a long talk. He’s given me his submission and now he must give you his. He’s not to look at you until you say he can. Punishment one. Because you want to see her, don’t you, Jaxon? You may answer.”
His heavy breathing filled the room and my heart ached for his pain. “Yes,” he rumbled.
“I’m holding her naked body right now. How does that make you feel? You be honest. I already know you don’t want to please me. This is about pleasing her.”
“I’m going to kill you when we’re done,” he growled at the ground.
“Your honesty is only going to make your suffering worse,” Samuel sneered, after he’d gotten his honesty. “Your second punishment is to hear me kiss your Miya. She’s yours, isn’t she?”
Jaxon grumbled at the ground, his knees slipping on the concrete in his desperation not to look.
“What happens if he looks at me before I let him?”
“I’m going to tape his eyes open and make him watch me fuck your mouth, pussy, and ass, right in front of him.”
I swallowed hard when Jaxon’s knees slipped further, his wet breaths making my eyes burn. That was cruel. Sam knew I didn’t want to meet Jaxon’s eyes. And Jaxon didn’t want to see Sam anywhere near me. We’d suffer to keep ourselves safe. We’d hurt to keep it that way too.
“Kiss me. And for every second of hesitation, you’ll suffer too, My Sweet. Every time you feel bad, think about him sticking his worthless cock into another woman.”
Anger chased away my guilt. I turned, giving him my lips. His were so soft against mine, making me moan. His tongue was wet and loud, making sure Jaxon heard. I had no choice but to kiss him back as deeply, or I’d suffer. Behind me, I could hear Jax’s heavy labored breaths. But I didn’t believe his heartbreak. So I kissed Master Samuel harder, tangling his tongue in wet loud kisses.
“I get him first. You go sit on the couch, same position, and watch. Every protest equals five canings for you and ten for him. Use them sparingly.”
I did what he asked, more frightened than turned on. Sam opened a drawer in the corner and came away with a bundle of cloth. He walked around behind Jaxon. “Lift your head for your blindfold.” He tied it around his eyes, and I hated how relieved that made me, not to have to see his eyes. “Do you remember when we trained together with Master Donavon? Early twenties, you out of your first submissive role and me out of my first dom relationship.” Sam touched his shoulders. “He made me question my sexuality for a moment.”
Jaxon breathed a small laugh. “Mine too,” he admitted.
“I’m not gay, however, and neither are you. But Master Donavon made us do some nasty shit to each other, Jax.” He bent to put his mouth over his ear. “And we both liked it. Didn’t we?” He rubbed his chest, kissing his earlobe.
I watched in shock.
Jaxon swallowed hard. “Yes,” he whispered in defeat. “My cock loved it. Not me.”
“For me as well. Our cocks have to have a mind of their own in this lifestyle. It’s been years since we’ve played with men, probably close to a decade. But we’re playing tonight.” He grabbed a handful of his hair and wrenched it back, freeing his cock from his pants the same way I told him Jaxon had done to me. He shoved it into his mouth. Jaxon spluttered, hands tied behind his back, eyes covered. “Make my cock hard. If you fail, Miya gets to try.”
Jaxon’s shoulders sagged in defeat, and then he took Sam’s cock deep into his throat. My mouth had been open since the moment Sam blinded him. But the sight of Jaxon on his knees sucking another man’s cock made my mouth close and my sense of lust took over with the speed and let
halness of a wildfire. He looked so fucking hot gagging on another man’s girth.
Sam moved to stand in front of him and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, guiding himself deeper. He moved his hips the way he would into a woman, making the sexiest gagging sounds come from Jaxon’s throat.
“Look at that. You still remember how to suck a cock. Good boy.” Sam fucked his face harder. “A little teeth, the way Donovan showed us. Ahh, yeah.” Sam hissed, unable to deny his pleasure the release it needed. “Shit, that feels good. Relax your throat for Master.” He fought past Jaxon’s gag reflex the way he’d fought past mine, inserting every long thick inch into his mouth and throat until his forehead touched Sam’s stomach. “Can you breathe?”
In response, Jaxon choked.
“No, then.” Sam didn’t move.
Jaxon’s hands struggled to free themselves and when he moved his head back, Sam held him in place by his hair. I’d been so enamored, stuck in the headlights of lust. Watching Jaxon struggle for air had me waking up.
“He can’t breathe!”
“Five canings, Miya. Ten for him.” He lashed out at me, glaring so murderously I shrunk. He was in master mode. And I’d defied him.
Any more argument would only make it harder for Jaxon. Sam’s abs were pressing into his nose and the skin around his throat was already purple.
I watched in panic until finally Sam pulled out of him. Jax fell over and, unable to catch himself, landed shoulder first into the concrete. His groan of pain made me want to stop this. But I couldn’t. Agreeing to do this was agreeing to do it until we used our safe words.
And we’d never use them because Sam wouldn’t push us that far.
“Stand up, Jaxon.” He struggled, but finally managed to do so. “You get your canings after every interruption.” He grabbed his elbow and threw him over to the bench. “Turn.” He undid his button and then his zipper, pulling his jeans down enough to free the taut globes of his ass. “Thank Mistress Miya for your punishment after every caning.”
“Mistress Miya?” Jaxon repeated, his low growl of appreciation making me smile sadly.
“Sounds sexy, huh?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress Miya, it does.”
Speaking directly to him was dangerous. I wanted him to say he was sorry in a way I believed him. I knew he felt bad but I didn’t think he did enough to never do it again.
“Lay across the bench. Take your ten canings and then you’ll return to my cock.”
“Yes, Master,” Jaxon murmured, falling onto the bench on his stomach.
I didn’t want to watch.
I didn’t want his pain.
“If you’re unable to take them all, Miya will take the rest. Times two,” he added meanly, retrieving the cane from his torture library. It wasn’t a walking cane, but a somewhat thin, wooden spanking rod without a handle. It was the color of stained oak with a maroon wrapped jute handle. It looked sinister in his hand.
Sam palmed Jaxon’s ass, pale and firm, a moment before he caned him so fast I barely caught the movement. His scream of pain made me whimper. There had been no warmup, no preparation.
“Thank her!” he roared.
“Thank you for my punishment, Mistress Miya.” The heavy panting of his hurt filled every word.
After two more canings, I couldn’t watch. I looked down at the floor as the smack of his fourth spank filled the dungeon.
“Thank you for my punishment, Mistress Miya.”
Thwack.
“Thank you for my punishment, Mistress Miya.”
Four more. He took them, every single one, until the second to the last. He cried out, his cry breaking. His hands on his back were shaking and his ass was nothing but a red line of swelling. When he thanked me this time, I heard his tears.
“Can you take the last one?” Sam asked, crouching down in front of him to meet his gaze. He pushed his sweaty black hair back and ran his thumb along Jax’s trembling bottom lip. I was glad I couldn’t see his eyes from where I sat. I’d take that last caning for him. I’d take them all if I didn’t have to hear him scream again. “That’s only two more for Miya. Keep in mind, however, that she barely lasted through her last five. Seven in total would harm her.”
“I can take it.”
“Good boy.” Sam placed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll make you cum when you’re done.”
Jaxon’s head fell. His last caning was dark, dark, dark. As hard as Sam could give him, he gave it. Jaxon cried out, his roar of pain making me tremble too. I covered my ears part way through, but it was too late. I heard it all.
Sam tossed the cane aside and undid the rope on his wrists. “Mistress Miya will ice and heat massage you once you’re done giving me your load.”
Jaxon couldn’t answer. He fell to his knees and barely caught himself on the cement floor, his ass throbbing red and purple, like he’d broken vessels. “I’m sorry,” he sobbed, sweat dripping from his hair.
“Don’t interrupt, Miya!” Sam pointed at me threateningly. “He cheated on you with Vega to hurt you. He forced his cock into your mouth. That’s nearly assault.”
Jaxon sobbed harder, spit dripped from his mouth. “I didn’t mean to, baby. I can’t think around my anger sometimes. It’s bigger than me.”
My broken heart hated his torment. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep my sobs inside.
“Stand, Jaxon.” He took a second to do so. Sam pushed Jaxon’s jeans down his legs, freeing his flaccid cock.
That’s when I knew he wasn’t playing. His cock was so flaccid, I’d never seen it that way. When he was around me, it was always hard. He had endured his punishment for me. For us.
“Hmm.” Even Sam look concerned, staring at it. “We’re both growers. Not showers, eh?”
Jaxon didn’t respond, his body shaking.
Sam patted his cheek. “You in shock? Just a caning. You’ve had to have gotten worse from Vega for far less.”
Jax shook harder.
Sam groaned and dropped to his knees. “I didn’t want to do this.” He took his flaccid penis into his mouth, talking around the intrusion. “You’re to think of nothing but me. Your cock in my mouth. I like a little gagging. Keeps me humble when I’m making my subs do it.”
Jaxon stayed flaccid. His breathing had evened out, but he was still shaking, his lips trembling.
“You’re wounding my ego.” Sam flicked his tongue over his head. “Jaxon!” he snapped. “Calm down or I’ll pick up that cane again. You fucking pussy.”
I wanted so badly to volunteer. But ten more canings for him would be dangerous. The red and purple marks on his ass looked ten times worse than mine did. He’d be unable to walk for at least a week.
“Master?” I spoke up.
“Hmm?” he rumbled, winking at me on his knees, Jax’s cock still flaccid. He loved his pain.
“May I finger myself?”
Jaxon stilled, his chin ever so softly turning in my direction.
“Look at that, she’s trying to help you. You, you pathetic cheating bastard.” Sam grabbed Jax’s cock in his fist. “Will that help? Listening to her touch herself? The sound of her wet cunt while I suck you off?”
Jaxon simply blubbered.
“Is it me?” Sam pushed to his feet, giving Jaxon a sassy look he couldn’t see. “Is my ass too fat?”
I was getting irritated. “May I or not?”
“I have a better idea. Come get him hard and then I’ll make him cum. If he doesn’t keep his hard on for me, I’ll cane you ten more times plus your five.”
As I got close, Sam pulled me aside, giving me a look only meant for me. “I don’t want to cane you that many times, Miya. If he lets you down, he isn’t much of a master or a man.” He nodded at him. “Go.”
I faced Jaxon for the first time since he hurt me. “Close your eyes. Don’t look at me.” I took his blindfold off by reaching up and untying it. I used it to clean his face of snot and spit, leaving him clean. I put the blindfold back and tied it as tightl
y as Sam had. Then I splayed my hands on his chest. “Why can’t you get hard?”
He tried to lean close to me, but I stepped back, keeping my hands on his chest.
“Tell her, Jaxon.”
“Tell me what?”
“That he’s high as shit right now. Shooting up outside of my place because he’s too much of a pussy to face his own mistakes. This is who you love, Miya. A relapsing addict who can barely last through a caning who cheated on you and then forced himself on you.”
“Stop it!” I turned sharply at Sam, finding him leaning against the spanking bench. I had a tongue-full for him, but Jaxon’s shaking body brought my attention back to him. His mouth was opened in a soundless sob.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I brought his face to my neck and held him as tightly as I could. He sobbed against me, his body sagging onto mine, the weight of his depression and pain so heavy, it brought forth all of mine. I rocked him, unable to form words that mattered.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over again, as if those two words were the only thing he could think to say, wanted to say.
I wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. I pushed him off and wiped my tears away. “What happens if I use my safe word?”
For some reason, that made him cry harder.
“You and Jaxon can take off. You won’t come back down here to my dungeon again. And that,” Sam said, his tone cracking. “Is breaking my heart too.”
“Will I still be able to see you?” I needed to get Jaxon out of here.
“Of course, Miya. Nothing changes between us. I’m here if you need me. But I can’t keep bringing you down here and not being able to have you while I do. And I don’t think you can keep coming down here when you so obviously want to be with him.”
I knew what he really meant. Leaving with Jaxon was choosing him over Sam. It was stopping any and all playtime between us. It was giving myself back to the master I’d always wanted.
“Red,” I whispered.
Behind me, Samuel sighed heavily. “Use what you need. There’s ice-packs in the mini fridge in your room and lotion in the bathroom. I’m going out.”
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