His Devil's Heat

by Linzi Basset

  Her eyes widened and she vehemently shook her head. He, of course, ignored it and with one hard yank, tore the satin from her body.

  Oh fuck. Now I’m spread eagled and naked!

  “You will receive three sets of ten lashes each with short, stripped floggers on your tits. Both masters will conduct the punishment simultaneously.”

  Lauren gasped and began to tremble. Keon brushed his palms over her nipples.

  “Breathe, Red. Between each set, they’ll play with your pussy . . . as they seem fit, seeing as it’s their punishment to dish. You will follow their instructions, won’t you, my pet?”

  The deep vibrations of his voice toggled something deep inside her. It was strange, but she wanted to please Keon. She was scared of being flogged but she would do her best to bear the pain. It couldn’t be any worse than the cruel whippings Adam had administered on her.

  “Yes, Master Blade,” she responded in a soft voice.

  “Now, give me a kiss before I hand you over to them.”

  Lauren tilted her head and leaned forward as his lips caught hers in a hot, fervent kiss that made her toes curl and made her forget that she was naked in front of an audience waiting to witness her punishment.

  “Remember, Red, I’ll never allow other Doms to scene with you, but the Senior Master will always partake in your punishment. I’m looking forward to watching your submission to them.”

  His words confused her, but before she could question their meaning, he turned away.

  “She’s all yours, Master Jag, Master Black.” Keon sat down in a sofa facing the spider web and stretched his long legs out in front of him.

  “Eyes on us, sub,” Max, who she’d been told was Master Jag, short for Jaguar, ordered in a deep voice. She obeyed without thought.

  Lauren moaned when both Masters began playing with her nipples. Rolling the juicy nubs between their fingers until they were taut and budding. Her loins clenched in reaction and when they leaned closer to lick and suck on them, her clitoris began to throb.

  Sweet lord! It was heaven to have both her nipples sucked at once. Lauren was so enraptured that she didn’t notice them step back.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Her hoarse scream echoed when the floggers connected with her nipples. At the same time!

  Master Black stepped forward and licked both nipples, slowly twirling his tongue around the throbbing tips.

  “Better, my pet?”

  “I . . . yes,” she whispered. The two strikes on each nipple hadn’t been too painful. His attention had her swollen nipples peaking, begging for their touch. And the two Doms complied. Although not in the way her body was begging for.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  This time Master Jag was the one who stepped in front of her. His eyes twinkled and she could see why the subs were so crazy about him.

  He didn’t lick her nipples. Oh no, the dratted man nibbled on the painful tips salaciously until she moaned wildly. She couldn’t comprehend how the stinging turned to heated lust within seconds.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  Her scream was louder this time because she was still in the throes of pleasure.

  The two Masters continued, teasing her nipples intermittently, arousing and tempting her until she writhed against the web, only to jar her with the stinging pain that increased with every hit.

  The final two sets fell and she sagged against the web, breathing hard. She was still trying to recover from the last strokes when Master Jag went onto his knees between her legs and pressed his mouth against her labia, stabbing his tongue into her slit. Master Black pinched her nipple while sucking the other into his mouth.

  “Fuucck no!” Lauren cried out when he reached down and began to toggle her clit at the same time that Master Jag latched onto her pussy, sucking and licking wildly.

  “Feel free to come, my pet,” Master Black whispered in her ear before he fervently paid homage to the other abused nipple.

  Lauren had no defense. Her nipples were throbbing from the sting of the leather strips and his firm lips tugging and sucking in tune with Master Jag’s hard sucks on her pussy was too much for her frayed mind. Her back arched. The pressure inside her loins built higher and higher, like a coil being wound up tighter with every nip, every suck and lick. Until it snapped, and she screamed as her climax threatened to rip her insides apart.

  They didn’t stop but simply swapped places and with expert skill made her soar again and again.

  She was still trying to catch her breath when the next set of strikes fell.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Jesus! Ooow!” The intensity of the hits, combined with her sensitive nipples, increased her desire.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  “Fuuck! Please,” she begged, but to no avail.

  “No stopping this time, my pet. Your tits can take it now,” Master Jag said with a teasing glimmer in his gaze.

  As promised, they didn’t stop. By the time they stepped closer again, she was wheezing, her body trembling. She glanced at Keon, her eyes wild. He reacted to the silent plea in her eyes and got up to approach them.

  He cupped her chin in his one huge hand and tilted her head back. His eyes blazed into hers while he brushed his palm with feather softness over her nipples.

  “Jeezz! Fuck, please,” she cried softly. Keon watched her closely and repeated the caress. Her eyes rolled back in her sockets.

  He placed a soft kiss against her lips.

  “I know it’s overwhelming, Red, but don’t ever try and manipulate a punishment. Not with me. Your tits might be throbbing and stinging but you can take more. Can’t you, my pet?” He drawled softy.

  Lauren wasn’t as confident in her ability to withstand ten more strikes, but she would give it all because he believed she could. She had no idea that her desire to please him was a sign of her inherent submissive nature.

  “Y-yes, Master Blade,” she whimpered, then moaned loudly when Master Jag pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them, probing and finding the spongy ganglia in her vagina.

  “Got it, Master Black. Let’s toggle these nerves and see how she squirts.”

  “Noooo,” Lauren pleaded but they were deaf to her pleas as they molded her like putty, watching with gleaming eyes as she danced a wild tango against the web.

  “I’m . . . ooh fucking hell! Commmmm,” she shrieked and bit her lip when it felt like her loins exploded when she came, with such a strong rush of liquid that it squirted in an arch from her body.

  “Beauti-fucking-ful, Red,” Keon praised and watched with heated eyes as the two Masters forced two more, just as powerful squirts from her pussy.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  This time her screams echoed throughout the dungeon as they flogged her harder while she thrashed and cursed them.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

  The final two sets connected amidst a carnal howl exploding from her lips. At the same time, her body arched in a bow and she climaxed uncontrollably. The three Doms stared in reverent appreciation as she writhed and moaned through the orgasm that wouldn’t quit. Streams of clear liquid continued to run down her thighs.

  The audience applauded but Lauren was unaware as she struggled to breathe, while the clenching and releasing of her loins continued ruthlessly.

  “Help me. Please, Master Blade,” she finally begged in a weak voice.

  The three men untied her and Keon picked her up. He sat down on the sofa while Master Jag gently brushed a hot towel between her legs.

  Her body continued to shudder. She clutched Keon’s arms and curled into him.

  “God, what have they done to me? I can’t stand this. It feels like I’m on fire and I can’t stop . . . hmmmm.”

  Keon brushed her hair from her face. The expression on his face was a mixture of arousal and tenderness.

  “At a guess, Red, I’d say you’ve never been allowed to give in to your body’s desires and needs and
now that you’re experiencing—”

  “Just make it STOP!” she demanded.

  Keon got up and carried her to his office which had an attached bedroom and an en-suite. He turned on the water and lowered her legs to the tiled floor of the large shower. She crumbled to the floor.

  “Easy, Lauren. Just breathe, sweetie,” he said gently while quickly undressing.

  He hooked his arms under hers and dragged her upright. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest before he turned to let the soothing lukewarm water rain over her back.

  Lauren wanted more than the cooling effect of the water on her skin. She wanted him. His strength and power to ride the waves of desire which refused to let her go. She clamped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs around his waist, impaling herself onto his cock as she settled against him.

  “Goddamnit, Lauren,” Keon grunted but she was deaf to his words. The only language that made sense at that moment was the demand of her body and she feverishly gave into it.

  She bumped and grinded against him, canting her hips this way and that, until he gripped them in his hands to guide her in a smooth up and down rhythm.

  “Gaaawd, you feel so good, Keon. I’ve never . . . ooohhmmm,” she mewled. increasing the pace and seconds later, she climaxed. Her pussy gripped him so tight that he had no control over his body. He slammed her back against the wall. He hooked his arms under her knees, pulled her legs wide apart and pummeled into her. The sound of their harsh breathing and slapping flesh became a melody of lust and indulgence.

  “Again! Now, Lauren. Come,” Keon ordered, grunting as he felt her muscles clench and release around his shaft. Icy pricks stabbed at his groin and heat rushed through his veins.

  “Fuck,” he shouted. He had the presence of mind to pull out of her pussy before he came inside her, again. His hand folded around the base of his cock and he yanked on it.

  “No, let me,” Lauren lilted hoarsely and went down on her knees to suck him into her mouth. She knocked his breath right out of his lungs when she swallowed him down her throat.

  Keon almost lost it. A rumbling growl let loose from the back of his throat as he pushed his engorged cock deeper, pumping feverishly and watched as viscous strands of saliva bounced from her chin as she swallowed him. He fisted his hand around her wet hair and held her in place. Every part of his body ached, screaming for release. Pushing in to the hilt, he repeatedly impaled her.

  Lauren’s throat convulsed around his cock. It yanked his final vestige of control. With his body shuddering, he pushed himself down her throat again, fraught with urgency.

  “One more time, with me,” he growled as he reached down and pinched her nipples.

  She pleaded with her eyes; her body was already over stimulated. Keon tugged on her pink nubs ruthlessly, pinching her pliant flesh; intent on giving her a nipple climax. Lauren’s body jerked; the harder he pinched, the harder she sucked. She was helpless in the flux of heat when Keon increased his pace.

  She climaxed with a muffled scream around his cock. He grunted with satisfaction and then his world fell away.

  “Jesus! Fuck me,” he groaned and ejaculated down her throat. His ropy excretions spurted from his thrusting cock. Cupping her head, he held her in place while he emptied himself with short, quick thrusts.

  He fell back against the wall; his legs gave way and he promptly sat down. He couldn’t recall that he’d ever been that floored by a blowjob.

  Lauren turned to him and he pulled her onto his lap. The water cascaded over them, cooling their heated bodies until finally their breathing normalized.

  “Feeling better?” Keon asked after a while.

  “Hmm.” Her muscles felt like rubber while her skin tingled all over.

  He chuckled at her lazy response. Her body was warm and supple against his and he could feel it growing heavier as she gave into tiredness and fell asleep.

  After he patted her dry, he put her in bed. He stood looking down at her; his expression shadowed and confused.

  He had been fighting the pull from the first but this time he’d been laid bare. He reached out and traced his finger over her cheek. She sighed and leaned into his touch.

  “Keon,” she whispered in her sleep.

  His jaw turned rigid as his lips slanted into a straight line.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he muttered as he turned and stormed out of the room.

  I don’t want this. I fucking don’t want this!

  Keon stormed into the whipping chamber and looked around suddenly in dire need of focusing his emotions on something else.

  “Jason, you’re up for a good whipping?” He asked the masochist sub who loved it when Keon needed to rid himself of some frustration.

  “Oh, sure do, Master Blade. Where do you want me?”

  Minutes later the sharp crack of his ten feet whip managed to soothe his tortured soul as he settled into a rhythm, landing the whip with precise crisscross lines across Jason’s back.

  Chapter Eleven

  “You are not going with us and that’s final. I swear, Samantha, don’t defy me or I will chain you to the bed.”

  “But Rhone, I know my way around his house and where all those files are. I can . . . where are you going?” She shouted after him as he stormed out of the kitchen.

  Enzo shrugged his shoulders and concentrated on the steaks he was searing. A smile of enjoyment played around his lips.

  Rhone returned and slammed down a thick dictionary in front of her.

  “Find me the definition of no.”

  Samantha lifted amused eyes at him. She cleared her throat at the warning look in his.

  “I know what—”

  “Find it. Now,” he ordered through thin lips.

  Samantha heaved a sigh and flipped open the book.

  “Okay,” she dragged out the word, squinted and with elaborate pronunciation, read the sentence. “No, as an adverb, is a negative used to express dissent, denial, or refusal, as in response to a question or request.”

  Rhone crossed his arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels.

  “Now, forbid.”

  She opened her mouth but snapped it shut when she caught his eyes. It was better to be safe. She might have healed but her ass was way too tender to be introduced to his large palm any time soon.

  Muttering under her breath, she paged through the book. She slammed her fists on her hips and snorted, “Forbid as a verb is to command, usually a person, not to do something, have something, or not to enter some place.”

  “I rest my case.”

  Samantha took a breath in preparation of a fresh argument when the back door opened.

  “Uncle Rhone!” Beckie sprinted across the distance and jumped into his arms. He caught her and swung her around.

  “It’s about time you came for a visit when I’m home,” he teased as he lowered her to the floor, smiling at Keon and Lauren, who followed her inside. Beckie’s arms remained wrapped around his waist.

  “I missed you, but you’re never home when we come to visit.” She peered at Samantha. “How are you feeling today, Aunty Sammy?”

  “Fresh as a daisy and ready to go back to work.”

  “No!” The word exploded from both men.

  Samantha and Lauren glanced at each other, immediately picking up the tension.

  “Are you joining us for dinner?” Enzo asked.

  “Yes! Please, Daddy. Oh,” she turned to Rhone. “Can we, Uncle Rhone? Please.”

  Rhone laughed when she batted her eyelids at him. “Somethings haven’t changed I see.” He smiled at Keon. “Of course, poppet. We’d love to have you.”

  “Yay! Oh Dad, why don’t you get the potato dish and corn salad Mom made. It’s the best.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve tasted a couple of yummy things in my life,” Rhone responded with a lewd wink at Samantha. Her cheeks suffused with heat and turned a becoming pink.

  “See what my life has become, Rhone? Running around
in circles for a little snip of a girl. I shudder to think what her teenage years are going to be like.”

  “Pfft, you love me, Dad. And I’m not a little snip,” she smiled at him.

  “Yes, you are. Walk with me, Rhone. I’ve got the perfect Merlot to go with the succulent steaks Enzo is grilling.”

  “Has Alex been able to find out anything from the CIA about Baxter?” Keon asked on the way to his house.

  “They’re sticking to the story of his death. From what he could gather, there’s no doubt in their mind that he’s dead. They’re not even questioning the inability to identify the body. According to classified information, some senior CIA agents had received threats. They are concentrating on identifying the killer and to safeguard the rest of their team.”

  “And his house? Have they seized it yet?”

  “Legally, the house now belongs to Samantha and Lauren, so they can’t seize it, but it will be searched because they are suspecting criminal involvement.”

  “When?”

  “They’re not in a hurry because Baxter isn’t a suspect in any criminal activity. They’ve scheduled it in two days’ time. Richard has everything in place for us already. Samantha thinks we’re going tomorrow and insists on joining in. She believes she’s strong enough,” Rhone intoned dryly.

  “So, I assume that means we’re going to Baxter’s house tonight once Samantha is asleep and won’t be able to give you lip for leaving her behind?”

  “Yep. If you’re up to it.”

  “Of course, Chuck. We’re in this together.”

  Rhone glanced sideways at him as they walked through the front door of his house.

  “Does that include Lauren?”

  Keon frowned. “Don’t go searching for something that isn’t there, Rhone. You know I’m not interested in falling in love again.”

  “Could’ve fooled me.”

  Keon glared at him. “What do you mean?”

  “Just the way you look at her, speaks volumes, mate. And, don’t insult me by saying it’s nothing more than lust.”

  “Somewhat like what you’d been experiencing with Samantha?”

  Rhone didn’t respond immediately; Keon didn’t expect him to. They were on their way back carrying the dishes before Rhone spoke, “I care for her, Keon and I will protect her with my life. It shook me when she nearly died. I am trying to find my way through the tunnels of doubt in my mind about what love really is. Somehow, with her, it’s becoming easier to believe. But it’s not easy to accept change overnight.”