by Ivory Quinn
Much like the day before, Blue started out by warming up the skin with his hand before moving onto a paddle. He didn’t restrict it to Thomas’ arse though, reddening the skin right up his back. By the time he got him hooked up to the cross on the wall, Thomas was aroused and breathing heavily, but he hadn’t cried out once. It was a peculiarly silent experience.
The flogger that Blue brought out next looked harder than the one he’d used the day before and he rained down the blows, causing dozens of little welts to bloom all across Thomas’ back and thighs. After several minutes, Blue beckoned Noelle over and handed her the flogger.
The leather of the grip was warm from his hand and she just immersed herself in the sensation as he drew her arm back and directed the arc of her swing. Without stopping to think or second guess herself, she brought the flogger down across his back and stared at the marks it left behind. “Again.” Blue commanded softly, so she raised the flogger and hit Thomas again.
Blue made her continue until her arm was aching and Thomas’ back was speckled with welts from neck to knee.
“You did well.” Blue murmured softly as she shook her arm out and she smiled at him, feeling the buzz.
“Thanks.”
Next out of the case was a cane and Thomas went slack in his restraints, moaning with anticipation as Blue rolled his wrist, sending the hard length screaming through the air. Noelle flinched when it first came into contact with skin, the sharp crack echoing harshly in the room, but Thomas just sucked in a breath through his teeth, his hips grinding against the cross.
The cane came down again with a whistling crack and Thomas moaned.
“You will not come until I say you can.” Blue’s voice hurt the sub more than whips or canes ever could. He shuddered and pleaded as Blue went to town on him, raising welts faster than the word ‘please’ could tumble from Thomas’ lips.
His skin was almost raw by the time Blue stopped. Ugly red welts and blisters striped his skin from nape to knee. The master laid the cane aside, wiping away a sheen of sweat from his forehead.
“What do you have to say to me, Thomas.” His voice didn’t betray his tiredness at all.
“Thank you, master. Thank you.” The sub’s voice was cracked and raw, shaking from adrenaline and tension. From where Noelle was standing she could see he was painfully hard and trying to hold his erection away from the cross.
“I think you can take a little more, Thomas.”
“If it pleases you, master.” He was shaking all over now and his knees almost buckled underneath him when Blue reached over his head and unclipped the restraints. It was remarkable to watch, Noelle thought. Blue cradled the sub so gently it seemed to conflict with everything he was doing to him. She was struggling to understand the depths of what was happening, yet again.
The huge master steadied Thomas as they moved to a nearby padded table and pushed his upper half face-down onto the surface. The sub just lay there, body heaving with the exertion of trying to restrain his orgasm and some sort of response to the damage inflicted on him. Even if he wasn’t interpreting the pain, the sheer physical trauma was flooding his body with chemicals he wasn’t aware of processing.
“You’re up, Red.” Blue said quietly, gesturing her to follow him to a chest in the corner.
“What do you need me to do?” She’d been shocked at the violence he’d displayed, but something had changed in her as she’d watched. She’d felt her own demons rolling in her soul, swelling out to fill her skin with something wicked. She’d felt her beast stretching, languid, in her spine, breathing in the scent of pain and anticipation. It was more liberating than anything Gabriel had done to her. Surrender had allowed her to absolve herself of shame. Control would allow her to be freed of it.
Wordlessly he held up a black strap-on and her confidence wavered. “I...I don’t...” She stared wild-eyed at the weapon of her nightmares. She couldn’t believe he wanted her to use it.
“You need to feed your demon, Red. If you don’t, it’ll eat you alive.”
“But it’s my nightmare...” She whispered, her hands reaching subconsciously for it before she snatched them back. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can.” His voice was kind but firm. “Put Noelle in the box and give me Red.” He held it out to her and she raised shaking hands to take it.
It was heavier than she expected. In her dreams it had been weightless. The reality of what she was about to do almost sucked her under and drowned her in the moment. She could hear her breath loud in her ears and behind her, Thomas was murmuring to himself.
“Here, I’ll help.” Gentle hands took it from her and she felt the harness settling around her waist. “Red?” His voice was coming from behind her. “Just roll with the moment.”
Roll with the moment... She took a deep breath and tried to relax her shoulders. “Keep talking.” She pleaded quietly, closing her eyes and rolling her neck.
“You know you want this, Red.” His breath was a whisper across the shell of her ear. “You’ve been dreaming about it for months. You’re going to slide your hands up and down it, like you would if it was my cock, until it’s all wet and glistening, and then you’re going to walk over there and press the tip of it against that tight, puckered little hole and press down. At first there’ll be resistance and then it will pop and slide right in. He’s going to writhe and squirm and cry out and you’re going to keep pushing it in. You’re going to fill him with that cock and hold it there while he comes apart around it.”
“Yes.” Her whisper was throaty as her body relaxed.
“Then you’re going to pull it out slowly...you’re going to shove it back in...and soon you’ll be fucking him so hard it’ll feel like he’s an extension of you. That thick, black cock is going to be sliding in and out of his arse like it was made for it. He’s going to come all over the table and then he’s going to beg you for more.”
“Please Mistress!” Thomas was panting harshly, clearly able to hear Blue’s words.
“You want this.” His lips brushed softly across her neck and she shivered. She wanted it so much it terrified her. “Give into it.” He encouraged, his tongue darting against her skin so fast she wondered if she had imagined it. He reached around her and took a bottle from the case, catching her hand in his and filling her palm with cold gel. Wrapping their hands around the strap-on, he slid them up and down, coating the silicone in slippery sheen until their hands were gliding together, a perverse reflection of their bodies the day before.
At first Noelle watched, but then her dreams flooded her veins with fire and she shuddered all over. This was it...the point of no return. If she did this, there was no turning back. Her darkness would have escaped her bounds and swallowed her whole. Closing her eyes, Noelle welcomed it. Red opened her eyes and smiled, a wicked grin that bared her teeth. “Let’s go.”
Stepping around Blue, she moved to Thomas. He was watching her approach with fear and respect in his eyes and it made her feel ten feet tall. “Please Mistress.” He begged, unable to articulate his needs in any way that was vocal.
“Hush.” She soothed. “I’m here.” Leaning over his sweating body, she stroked his damp hair. “You can come whenever you want, okay?”
“Thank you Mistress.” The tension melted out of his body as he accepted everything she was going to do to him, with relief and without reservation. She ran her hands down over his shoulders, the blisters and welts rough beneath her palms. Despite his slim frame, he was corded with lean, wiry muscle and she took a moment just to admire his build, her hands leaving a glistening trail across his damaged hide. She squeezed his narrow hips, eliciting a soft gasp from him as his bruised skin protested, and followed the curve of his buttocks until she could spread them.
He began trembling uncontrollably as she angled the strap-on so it was sliding up and down the seam of his arse. “This is going to hurt, Thomas.” She said softly. “Are you sure that you want it?”
“I want what pleases you, Mistress.”
His words were courteous, but his tone was so desperate that it left no room for misunderstanding.
“Good boy.” She pressed the tip of the black rubber to the pucker and leaned in. The moment was so personal, so intimate, that it was almost a shock when large hands slid around her hips. She’d forgotten Blue was in the room. He’d fallen away with everything that wasn’t Thomas and what was about to happen between them.
“Steady.” He whispered, his hands gripping her skin firmly. She didn’t answer, too mesmerised by the juncture of where her prosthesis met Thomas. It was so wrong...so filthy...she’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in her life.
“How are you doing?” She asked the quivering sub and he gasped.
“It’s so intense!” He burbled out, unable to control himself. “So...much.”
“Keep talking to me.” She commanded, exerting more pressure until his body gave up resisting and opened up to her, recoiling around the intrusion. Thomas cried out and it felt like balm to her savaged soul.
“Mistress!” He panted, writhing on the table, halfway between a plea and an agonised curse.
“That’s right Thomas...I am your Mistress.” She forced it in another two inches and his body bowed up off the table.
“It’s too much! Too much!” Cum spurted everywhere as he came hard.
“Keep going.” Blue whispered in her ear, leaning into her back. She worked the cock in further as Thomas moaned and wept, his whole body twitching under her. Her breath was coming fast, pressed between the two men...Thomas coming apart beneath her and Blue, strong and calm behind her. It was intense and overwhelming and her darkness swelled and unfurled in her soul, until it was a roaring maelstrom, driving her to fuck harder, be stronger.
She worked it all the way in, pulled out and then set up a punishing rhythm as Thomas cried and shuddered, orgasm after orgasm wrenching itself from his abused body. Her hips rolled and surged like an ocean, crashing from shore to shore.
It could have been minutes or hours before she grew too hot to continue. She didn’t know. The world had condensed down past all concept of time or place until there were only the three of them in an hedonistic bubble of their own making. Thomas had stilled and was lying, twitching occasionally and whimpering softly.
“It’s okay.” Blue’s hands came up and around to span the bare expanse of her midriff. “Pull out gently.” He eased her back into his embrace and she went willingly, fighting the urge to rub herself against him like a cat. The darkness roaring in her wasn’t yet satiated. It was demanding release and it was driving her mindless with need. “Easy.” Blue unbuckled the harness and tossed the whole contraption to one side as her whole body undulated softly against him with nameless desire. “Contain it, Red. I need to deal with Thomas.”
She pulled herself away from him, teeth bared in a snarl from the effort of it. Pacing around, she waited as he checked the sub over. He lifted him gently from the table and carefully cleaned him down while Thomas gazed up at him, lost in bliss. If it wasn’t subspace, it was something damn close to it. Wrapping him in a soft cotton robe pulled from one of the drawers, Blue lifted Thomas into his arms.
“Get the door, Red.” He commanded and even under the spell of her lust she obeyed instantly and without question. She followed him down the hallway to a small, almost stiflingly warm room where glasses of iced water were set out. Carefully and quietly, Blue eased Thomas into a soft armchair and made him sip cold water until some semblance of lucidity returned, while Red paced, too agitated to sit.
“Master.” Thomas croaked after almost ten minutes, blank adoration on his face.
“Welcome back.” Blue gave him a dazzling smile. “We’re done for today.”
“Thank you, Master.” As the glaze in his eyes melted away, Thomas sought out Red. When he couldn’t find her at first, he panicked, and then his eyes settled on her form, over by the window. “Thank you, Mistress.” There was such devotion on his face that she was drawn to him, wanting to bathe in the light of his reverence.
“You’re welcome, Thomas.” She purred, reaching out to smooth back the hair from his forehead. “You did well.” The moment his mouth turned up in a smile at her praise, she was swamped by a tidal wave of feeling, so fierce it took her breath away. Oblivious to her distress, Thomas caught her hand and pressed it to his heart beneath the robe. Pinned in place by an overwhelming desire to protect him, warring with her need to unleash her darkness, she could do nothing but stare helplessly as he rubbed his cheek gently against the inside of her forearm.
“It’s natural.” Blue straightened and moved behind her, reading her more easily than any book. “This is the bond between master and slave. You will break them, but you’ll also put them back together.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Thomas was still rubbing his cheek against her skin as though she was a comfort blanket and she gazed at him, bewildered by the strength of her feelings. Frozen in time, she waited until Blue had decided Thomas was well enough to care for himself and pulled back her hand, subconsciously holding it to her chest.
“Go and get dressed.” Blue told the sub. “We’ll be through shortly.”
“Yes, Master.” Thomas climbed slowly and stiffly to his feet, shuffling out of the room.
“I need.” Too agitated to stand still, Red started pacing again, shaking her hands as though that would dispel the energy boiling at her core.
“Come here.” She turned and stared at him hesitantly. If she took even one step towards him, they were liable to burn down the house with the heat they’d ignite between them. Her darkness was screaming to be fed though, and she couldn’t carry it home to Jax. He’d never understand. “Come here.” Blue repeated softly. “I’m not going to ask again, Red.” Something slithered and coiled deep in her belly at his tone and all her hesitation turned into defiance. She taunted him with her silent refusal to move and he snapped like a whiplash, covering the space between them in less than a second and snatching her up into his embrace.
His mouth devastating hers, he crushed her into the nearest wall and devoured her like a starving man. She wasn’t aware of him ripping away her pants but when he slammed into her, she cried out. Swallowing her sounds with his lips and tongue, he drove into her like a piston, cushioning her hips with his hands. It was hard and wild and she was so wet and ready for it that she came in minutes, clinging helplessly to him as her body shuddered uncontrollably. He dragged out her orgasm, sliding a hand between them to caress her clit until she pleaded for him to let her come down, and then he stilled. Still inside her, he rested his forehead against the wall, breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” He asked after a few moments, turning his face sideways to see her.
“I think so.” She was feeling a little dazed. “Are you...do you want to finish?”
He huffed a soft laugh, breath tickling her ear. “More than anything, but we haven’t got time. I just needed you to come down.”
“I’m feeling a lot calmer now.” Despite her wildly beating heart, the savage lust that had been burning like acid in her veins had dissipated and her darkness was no longer screaming.
“Good.” He held her there for a few more moments and then sighed, pulling out of her and letting her settle gently to the floor. “Oh...” He stared at the wall and she turned to look. There was a body sized dent in the plaster. “Damn...that’s going to come out of my wages.” He burst out laughing and Noelle couldn’t help but laugh with him.
“I’ll pay for it.” She offered, checking over her shoulder to see if she was dusty. “It was me that needed...deflating.”
“But it was so much fun...deflating you.” He shook his head at her choice of words. “I didn’t have to try and push you through the wall. We’ll go halves.”
“Fine, we’ll go halves. Just let me know how much you need and I’ll get it.”
Blue winced, still smiling. “I’ll speak to Master Henway.” Yeah, that was a conversation Noelle didn’t want to be around for.
/> Straightening her clothes, she followed Blue back into the hallway where Thomas was waiting patiently for them. He was fully dressed but still had a beatific smile on his face and hovered closely behind Noelle as they walked him to the front of the Manor, where a taxi was waiting. Noelle stopped in the doorway and wished him goodbye as Blue walked him down to the car, speaking quietly in his ear. Thomas kept looking back at her and eventually said something to Blue before he got in the car. Blue just shrugged and glanced at Noelle, saying something that made Thomas smile. Finally he got in the taxi and Blue came back to stand by Noelle, watching as it pulled out of the drive.
“What did he say?” Noelle asked curiously when Blue shut the door behind them.
“He wanted to know when you’d have a client list.” The bronze giant grinned broadly, revealing a dazzling smile. “He wants to be on it.”
“A client list as in taking appointments here?” Noelle was so startled that she stumbled and he caught her elbow, steadying her.
“Yes. That’s not so shocking, is it?”
“Well...I don’t know.” She looked up at him doubtfully. “It was only my first time.”
“You clearly made an impression.” He glanced down at her chest. “Not that I’m surprised, given that top. This is a good thing, Red. If this is what you need to feed your demons, you’ve been handed the answer on a silver platter. Think about it. Thomas is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”
“I’ll think about it.” She still wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t know what the alternatives would be.
Chapter twelve
When they arrived back at Blue’s room after seeing Thomas away, Noelle was startled to find it was already past five o’clock. Blue helped her out of the outfit and she ran through to the bathroom to have a shower, while he tidied everything away and straightened the sheets they’d mussed earlier. By the time she returned and dressed, he’d been through the shower too and she just had to wait for him to put some clothes on.