“Mia,” I begin, waiting to sure her attention is focused on me. “I want to do a scene involving sensation play. Do you understand what I’m talking about?”
It’s impossible to miss the way her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. Another man might be fooled it’s just with excitement and anticipation, but I can see the nervousness there, too. It’s confirmed when she asks, “Are you going to blindfold me? Restrain me?”
Remembering the way she completed her limit list, I confirm, “They were soft limits for you, Mia, I understand that. And I know why you’re not sure about them.” I reach forwards and take her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. At my touch, I feel her relax, “But I can help take those bad memories away? Can you trust me? Will you try for me?”
“What if I safeword out again?”
“Then I stop.” That answer’s simple. “But I hope I’d never go that far.” Not again.
Ryan cocks an inquisitive eyebrow. “You want me to come along?”
The old me would have scoffed and dismissed the thought of another Dom helping me monitor my sub’s reactions; I’ve been a Master for years. The new me realises that while I’ve tried to sort out my head, I’m still nervous about doing this wrong and that I’d appreciate someone else watching out for her, should I, heaven help me, not be reading the situation properly. I accept his support, “Thanks, mate. But hands off!”
Ryan grins widely, “I suspected that would be the case.”
Mia’s looking from one to the other of us. There’s a terrified expression in her eyes, her lips are pressed together tightly, and her skin has gone white. She’s experiencing a flashback and what’s coming back to her isn’t good. Because it’s two men. She reverses a step, having second thoughts. “Jon, I’m…”
Ryan knows her story, and is quick to reassure her. He turns to Mia, “Pet, I’ll just be acting as a dungeon monitor, I won’t be touching you.”
She glances at him, and then, after a moment, again finds that strength inside her and nods. It’s the signal I need to start the scene.
I school my features carefully, fully in Dom mode now. I’m not going to give an inch. “It’s Master Jonathan or Sir.” I remind her sternly as I make it clear I’m in charge. Then I walk the few steps over to the bar and indicate to Ralph that I need him. When he comes over, I point behind him. “Pass me my toy bag, please?”
Bag in hand I return to Ryan and Mia. I keep my voice serious, taking control. Inside I’m grinning. She’s going to enjoy this.
I want to be her man, but I need to be her Dom. I can’t deny that part of me. If she lets me, I can use what I am to replace her terrifying memories of Hatcher; can substitute them for good ones. She might have come to Tiacapan; she might have a good knowledge of what goes on here, but she’s still nervous about playing herself. But after tonight she’ll never fear it again. It’s my duty to make this a positive and enjoyable experience if I’m going to be her Dom.
And that’s exactly what I’m going to be.
Chapter 31
Mia
Four years ago
To my great surprise, my first attempt at a novel was quickly snapped up by an agent, and within a year I was holding a paperback copy in my hand, and the e-book was flying off the, er, virtual shelves. So proud of myself, but well aware it was probably not a particularly good idea, I sent my mother an advance copy of my book, only to receive it back with a message full of her loathing and disgust and expressing her wish that I never darken her doorstep again. It neither surprised nor upset me.
Time moved on, more books followed, and I became blessed with a modicum of success. But I couldn’t bring myself to trust a man, never went on dates. I watched my friends pairing up with soul mates, and was happy for them, but knew that could never be for me.
I had a comfortable life, moderate success, and I enjoyed what I did. But something was missing. Deep down I knew I was letting the past rule my future, but I was too afraid to move on. I wanted what everyone else seemed to have, my own HEA. But until I was brave enough to face up to my fears, that was something that would remain forever beyond my reach.
Present day
As I walk across the dungeon, sandwiched between the two men, my palms are sweaty. I’m nervous, but also elated. Is this my second chance with Jon? Or does he just want to play with me? I gathered he was as upset with the thought of seeing me scene with someone else, exactly as I felt about having to watch him with another woman. Does this mean he still wants me?
As well as my hopes, I’m also more than a little scared. When I was completing that darn limit list I never expected to need to use it; I never expected to play myself. And now Jon wants to restrain and blindfold me? I might freak out like I did with Donovan, the past might overwhelm me again and the last thing I want to do is disappoint Jon.
Turning, I look at him; while his expression is full of encouragement, there’s no doubt that the Dom has entered the room. His head is cocked to the side, waiting for something. My brow furrows as I realise he’s leaving the decision to me. That was the negotiation. He’s told me what he plans to do and is giving me the chance to walk away. I can use my safeword and never have to see him again. But I safeworded out before. And that had upset him. But the important thing he’d missed was the impact it had on me when he’d stopped. Immediately, and without question. He hadn’t pushed me too far—my past had come back and ruined it for me. And then I realise. He might be my Dom, but as his sub I’ve as much a commitment to him, as he to me. He needs me to submit to him, to give my power to him. To give him control. He needs this. My trust is the gift that I, a sub, can give to my Dom.
Looking away from him, I glance over at the stage area he’s led me to and can’t suppress a shudder. There’s a flat table, the table to which he’s going to tie me in some way. This particular piece of equipment is all too similar to the contraption Hatcher had me bound to, and I flinch in memory of the things he did while he had me restrained. I shake my head. If I don’t do this, my abuser is still winning; even dead I’m still giving him control over my life. So I pull myself up tall, take a step forwards, and then another. And then, more confidently, as I hear only sounds of pleasure echoing around the room and realising I have nothing to fear, one more.
“Strip. But leave the shoes.”
I start, and pause as the low steady voice comes from behind me, and realise this is part of the scene. I hesitate, but not long enough for him to have to repeat himself. The command in his deep, velvety voice banishes thoughts of Hatcher, and instead sends tingles of anticipation down my spine. I can do this. Knowing Jon’s right there helps me to remember where we are and concentrate solely on him. Slowly I untie the laces holding my corset together and let it drop to the ground. With shaking hands I unzip my skirt, letting it fall and stepping out of it. Not allowing myself second thoughts I put my thumbs into my thong, and I pull it down, carefully lifting one foot and then the other. He’s behind me; I know because his hand reaches out to take the thong from my hand, I don’t know how he moved close so silently.
“No underwear in the club, Mia.”
Hearing the amusement in his voice, I give a tentative smile; he sounds more like the Jon I know, and that simple thing helps to settle me further. With one more deep breath to fortify myself, I take the final step towards the equipment.
“Lie on your back, Mia, and put your hands at your sides.”
I do as instructed, and he puts my hands in cuffs, then I’m enveloped by warmth as he leans over me as he secures my wrists to the edges of the table, running his fingers between the fleecy lining and my skin, making sure they’re not too tight. I test my restraints, and immediately try to pull back. I’ve little movement, and I begin to panic, I can’t get loose, I can’t escape. It’s too much; I’m going to have to say my safeword.
A hand immediately comes out and rests on my shoulder, and a rumbling, authoritative voice directs me, “Breathe, Mia. Deep breaths. Relax.”
I try to concen
trate on the feeling of his fingers smoothing up and down my arm. It’s not Hatcher. It’s Jon.
“Eyes on me.”
I hear Ryan’s voice and snap my eyes open, turning my head to the side to see him. He has moved with us and is now standing close to me, not touching. Standing, with his arms folded, he’s regarding me carefully. The fact there’s someone else watching out for me calms me, and my panic begins to recede. Jon must feel my muscles relax as he takes his hand away. As Ryan nods at me, I hear a voice in my ear saying approvingly, “Good girl.”
Hands then take my legs and pull them apart, but not so far as to be uncomfortable. As two more cuffs are fastened around my ankles, they don’t cause the same anxiety as the first restraints. I keep my eyes on Ryan. He’s still watching my every reaction. After a minute, he nods to Jon over my shoulder.
As instructed, I try to control my breathing, taking in a long breath, and then exhaling, and repeating the process until I become less tense. I’m tied, unable to move, and at the mercy of a man. Can Jon really take such a dreadful experience and make it pleasurable for me instead? I’m not sure how. Again I glance at Ryan; he gives me an encouraging smile and lifts his chin reassuringly. I can’t go so far as to summon a smile back, but can feel my features relaxing from their original grimace.
Hearing noises behind me, I lift my head to see. I can’t twist quite far enough, but I can just make out Jon’s rummaging in the big black bag he carried in with him. Oh my God! What implements of torture has he got in there? Then Jon walks into sight. He’s holding a blindfold in his hand.
“You’re safe, Mia. Remember your safewords. No one’s going to mind if you have to say them, and immediately you do, the restraints come off, and all play stops. There’ll be two of us to get you out as quickly as possible.” Ryan’s calm, steady voice reassures me again.
I look at Jon and, as he shows me what he’s holding, give a hesitant nod.
“I’m going to put this over your eyes now, Mia. By blocking out one of your senses, you’ll be able to concentrate on the others. I want you to feel tonight. If you give me your permission, it will enhance all your experiences. But I need to hear you agree to it. Will you let me blindfold you, Mia?”
I’d been kept blindfolded for two days, and horrific things happened to me then. It’s not an easy decision to make. After swallowing a couple of times, I manage to whisper out, “Yes.”
He quickly fastens the blindfold over my eyes and my sight is taken away. As I begin to tense I feel a hand on my shoulder, “Stay with me, Mia. You’re at Tiacapan. Remember that. You’re safe.”
There’s another hand on my head, “I’m still here, I’m not going anywhere.” Ryan’s voice comforts me.
Then, before I have a chance to process anything else, I feel something soft running from my chest to my groin. It lifts from my body, and then I feel it on the underside of my feet. Just when I start to squirm from the tickling it lifts and gently brushes over my breasts. I feel my nipples peak immediately at the sensation. It’s a feather or something like that. As Jon lifts and sweeps it down my body, so I never know where it’s going to land, my fears start to disappear, and I even begin to push myself into the touch.
As the feather tantalisingly touches my clit, I almost arch off the bed. And then the gentle contact disappears, to be replaced with something harsher, something with spikes that begins to run down my torso. It has to be a Wartenberg wheel. My skin, which has already become sensitised by the pleasant soft touch of the feather, now starts to prickle as the wheel runs across my stomach, down my legs, thighs, and calves until it reaches my feet, with only a slight swipe across the soles. It starts the return journey will a little more pressure and I feel my whole body tingle in expectation. My nipples, already erect, harden even more as he runs it across them, one way, and then the other in a criss- cross pattern. Then, slowly, very slowly, the pricking sensation runs down my body, pauses for a second over my mound and I tense. He’s not going to use it there, is he?
But he does, he runs the wheel across my clit but lightly. The scratchiness of the toy causes me to clench my legs as arousal sweeps through me, and I feel myself getting wet. I move my head from side to side and give a small moan, as I become desperate for release.
He tortures me with the wheel some more, and then starts alternating it with the feather. Rationally I know it’s the endorphins released from my brain, but I start to feel I’m on an ever increasingly high. Now it’s something different. Lips reach down and take mine in the gentlest of kisses, and then he starts licking me, a stroke here, and a suck there. Then he’s over my already stimulated nipples, laving them, gently using his teeth.
“Give me a colour, Mia,” he rumbles against my skin.
I can barely understand the question, but then I realise he’s checking in. “Grrreen.” I manage to stutter out, overwhelmed by the feelings his evoking.
Chuckling softly, causing vibrations over my skin, he moves his mouth downwards. Yes, yes! That’s where I need him! And he’s there, with the faintest of touches around my clit, escalating my level of arousal to an all-time high. And then he pulls away. Noooo!
My whole body is at fever pitch. But no one’s touching me, and I’m blind. He’s leaving me like this? “Jon?” I ask, hesitantly, as reality threatens to intrude on my sense of tremendous well-being.
“Hush, Mia,” A hand, Ryan’s hand, touches my head. “He’s just getting ready.”
Ready for what?
Knowing there’s still someone here has immediately calmed me. I start to burn with anticipation, and all the while my clit is throbbing and my womb is clenching, but however I move I can’t get enough friction to get relief.
“Be still, Mia,” Jon’s stern voice remonstrates.
As I obey, he reaches up and takes off my blindfold. The sudden light makes my eyes water for a second.
“I want you to see this; I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Narrowing my eyes I watch him tuck something into his clothing, and then, with an evil glint in his eyes, he reaches down to take my nipple once more into his mouth. As he gets closer, sparks fly from his mouth! What the fuck? My nipple sends a sharp tickling, stinging feeling straight down to that area between my legs. As he applies the same sensation to the other, more sparks fly. His hands reach out and hover over my breasts, and a tingle of electricity runs over my flesh. His whole body has been electrified.
As Jon makes me endure his sensual torture sensations are bombarding me, sending me higher and higher. He continues alternating between my breasts, then goes to my feet and starts making his way up my body. Every touch emits sparks and the whole of my skin becomes sensitised. Up my legs, over my stomach, across my nipples, then a kiss which sends tingles down my spine. And then he’s working his way back down, across my stomach, over my mound and when he puts his mouth, there, I explode, combusting with an intensity washing over me wave after wave and that quite literally sends me out of my mind.
I hear mumbling voices around me, and I seem to be floating as I barely notice as the ankle and wrist cuffs being removed and now my hands and arms are free. Then I’m helped into a standing position, which I’d doubt I’d have been able to achieve without assistance. A blanket is wrapped around me then Jon’s strong arms lift and carry me. I’m vaguely conscious of being taken through the main room and into the corridor where the private rooms are. The door is conveniently open as we enter and he kicks it closed behind us, and then I’m lying in the middle of a large double bed.
I have no idea how long I’ve been stretched out beside him, but when I eventually open my eyes, Jon leans over me, and his mouth takes mine. It’s not a gentle kiss, but I match him, my tongue aggressively toying with his. All the missed passion of the last couple of weeks is pouring out from both of us, he bites my bottom lip, I retaliate, and my teeth touch his. He fucks my mouth with his tongue, imitating the action we both need and want. When he breaks away, we’re both breathless.
Inhaling deeply
he rears up. “I have to taste you,” he tells me, huskily.
“Taste me then.” I rasp out my permission, desperate for him. Our kiss has reawakened a throbbing arousal despite having come so hard just a short while before. I’m behaving like an animal, desperate in my search for release.
He slides down my body, roughly pulling my legs apart as if he’s as frantic as me. Raising my head I see him staring at my wetness in appreciation, and then his mouth is there, just where I want it. He licks around my clit, tormenting me. I twist and thrust upwards, trying to get him to focus where I need it. He puts one hand on my stomach to still me, and then his other hand circles me, and he gently pushes one finger inside, and then it’s joined with a second. I look down to see him watching me carefully as he finger fucks me while licking and sucking, raising my excitement to such a peak I don’t think I’ll be able to take any more.
“Jon…” I mouth, pleadingly.
“What do you want, Mia?” I hear the smile in his voice and feel the rumble as he speaks having barely lifted his mouth from my engorged bud. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
I thrash wildly, I’m so close.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come!” Now, I’m almost screaming with frustration.
As a reward he curls his fingers inside me, hitting the exact right spot while biting down gently on my clit. I come apart, the intensity of my orgasm causing my whole body to go into spasm. He licks and sucks, absorbing wave after wave of my muscles contracting. I think I’ve finished, but his clever manipulations bring me to the peak again. I scream, unable to keep the sound in, and tears come to my eyes as he gently brings me back down to earth. My muscles go weak, and I don’t feel capable of moving as he clambers back up the bed and lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms.
He kisses me again, a gentle kiss full of emotion and I taste myself on him. “Mine,” he stakes his claim in his Dom's voice. My heart leaps. When he adds, “I think you liked the violet wand, Mia,” there’s laughter in his voice.
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