His Devil's Heat

by Linzi Basset

  “Oh god,” Lauren gasped as it went in. It pulled the second ball hard up against her slit.

  “Give me a color, Red,” Keon said as he watched her from his position.

  Lauren breathed in deeply, swamped by sensations.

  “I’m green, Master Blade.”

  “Good.” He repeated the process, this time she groaned as the pressure inside her pussy increased. When he pushed the final ball inside, Lauren moaned loudly as her pussy reacted to the foreign objects and continued to clench and release. Keon ensured that the thin string of Ben Wa balls was in place between her labia. He patted her clit. “You better gain control over this pussy, my pet, otherwise you’ll be climaxing nonstop. There would be no escaping that because these balls aren’t coming out of your pussy any time soon.”

  Lauren bit back the snippy response that sprang to her lips. The amused glimmer in his eyes warned her that he was aware of her irritation and expected a flippant response.

  Gmpf, so he has an excuse to punish me, I imagine. Well, tough, big boy. I can keep my mouth shut.

  “Let’s go have a drink before we start, shall we?” Rhone said with a wicked smile. “You will follow us with your hands behind your backs,” he told the two sisters. “Yeah, you’re gonna feel the balls vibrating as you walk and these little beauties,” he smiled as he flicked first Samantha and then Lauren’s nipples with his fingers, “will tighten as well.”

  “And no climaxing until we give you permission but then,” Keon snapped his finger against their nipples, drawing agonized groans from their lips, “I shouldn’t even have to tell you that, correct?”

  “No, Sir,” Samantha said breathlessly, doing her best to gain control over her rising libido. Much like Lauren.

  The two women were very aware of how brazen their reddened nipples appeared, swollen and poking through the small holes in the black push-up bras. It drew attention as they walked toward the bar.

  “Geez, Samantha, these fucking balls are killing me. I’m soaked already,” Lauren whispered in a moan. The balls clanked and vibrated inside her with every step she took. “And my tits! Fuck, every step seems to make them harder.”

  “You’re fucking telling me,” Samantha groaned.

  They were too involved in their discussion to notice the two men stop and stumbled into them.

  “It seems our subs are a little distracted tonight, Chuck. Didn’t we tell you not to talk?” Keon asked with glowing eyes.

  “You did, Sir,” Lauren snapped.

  “Well, it grieves me to do this but you’ve given us no choice. As the owners of this establishment we can’t allow our subs’ disrespect to be overlooked, correct, Master Razor?”

  “Indeed, Master Blade,” Rhone drawled. His smile broadened when he noticed Samantha’s wariness. She’d been in the lifestyle for over five years but she was still scared of a flogger or a whip in punishment. Not that he’d ever push her boundaries past what she could endure, but sometimes apprehension kept her on her toes.

  “Master Wade, please be so kind and hand us our subs’ clover nipple clamps, please,” Keon asked the club manager who was doubling as the bartender at the moment. “It’s in our toy bags.”

  “Your sub’s nipple clamps, my ass,” Lauren muttered.

  “Oh, Master Wade, it seems my sub wants some weights added to hers. The medium sized ball weights, if you please,” Keon continued unperturbed.

  Lauren’s lips opened to protest but Samantha’s elbow in her side warned her to shut up. Her mouth snapped shut but there was no mistaking the venom her eyes spat at Keon.

  He smirked and turned to Wade. “You know, maybe the normal ones won’t do. Rather give me the black pair. They’re perfect for a recalcitrant sub.”

  “Back down, sis. When these Doms are in this kind of mood, you don’t glare at them,” Samantha warned under her breath.

  Lauren lowered her eyes. She didn’t need the warning. She’d seen how the subs reacted to Keon when he was in a relaxed mood, especially when he got that wicked twinkle in his eyes. He was out to play hard tonight and this time, she was in the line of fire. Not that she minded. She hated having to watch him scene with the other subs over the past three weeks. He was her Dom.

  Lauren eyed the black clamps with a quivering belly. Shay, the sub who sometimes doubled as receptionist, had become a good friend and had warned her that these clamps had a serious bite and tightened with every movement.

  Keon leaned in and pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking and drawing on it hard.

  “Oh lord,” Lauren moaned as he turned to the other one immediately for the same treatment.

  He lifted his head and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

  “Ready, Red,” he asked with a quick wink. Before she had time to recover from his lips on her nipples, he quickly clamped her nipple.

  “Oh fuck no! Owow.” She tried to bear back but it was all in vain as he fixed the other one in place just as quickly.

  “Shit, Master Blade, please! It hurts,” she moaned with her hands clenching around his biceps.

  “Breathe, Red. Come on, breathe through the pain. Again . . . good girl.”

  Keon stroked the soft skin of her stomach, her arms and cupped her cheeks to tilt her head back.

  “Okay, my pet?” He asked gently, watching her expression intently. He smiled when the pinched look eased to one of arousal.

  “Yes, although I have to tell you, I don’t like these fucking things,” she complained crossly.

  “I don’t mind you cursing when we’re in a scene, Red, but I don’t like hearing these profanities at other times.”

  “Pardon me for assuming that we are already in a scene, Sir.” she snipped back.

  “While we’re on the subject, of cursing, I don’t suppose I need to remind you that we have a daughter at home?”

  “Don’t insult me, Master Blade. I’m very conscious of how I speak when Beckie is around.”

  Wait, what did he just say?

  “You said, we have a daughter.” Her voice was filled with wonder. Keon had softened toward her but she was wary that it was only for Beckie’s sake.

  “She’s as much yours as she’s mine, Red. She keeps reminding me of that and I can’t deny the bond that you both share,” Keon said matter-of-factly.

  “But she’s not our daughter.” But, oh lord, how she wished she was. Max had found out that the adoption papers had been forged. It had devastated her. She was now very cognizant of the fact that she had no legal right to call Beckie her daughter.

  “Hm, yeah, you’re right. Maybe it’s time we change that,” he said, busy with clipping weights onto the clamps.

  “Holy shit! I hate you,” Lauren hissed when he released the ball weights and allowed them to fall from his hands. The clamps tightened.

  “Breathe, Red. Breathe through the pain.” He whispered against her lips and kissed her. Little, feathered kisses from the one side of her mouth to the other. The pain in her nipples became secondary to the sensation of his warm lips.

  “What do you mean?”

  “About what?” Keon asked, still nibbling on her bottom lip. He loved how pliant she was in her submissive state. Although she couldn’t keep the brat inside her contained.

  He knew what she was referring to, but had no intention of discussing the wayward thought at this moment.

  “Enough dallying. Come, our friends are waiting for us. Got your sub sorted, Master Razor?”

  “Yep. She very prettily asked for some weights as well. Don’t they look hot?”

  Keon smiled at the searing look Samantha slanted at both of them. She was taking short, deep breaths to work through the pain. Rhone had used the normal clover clamps but had added two ball weights to each nipple.

  “Hot isn’t the word, mate. I can’t wait to suck on these beauties again.”

  Lauren started. She’d never considered that Keon might have scened with Samantha before. Samantha glanced at her and smiled gently, trying to ease her mi
nd. Lauren straightened her shoulders. They were in a BDSM club and they have been living the lifestyle for years; obviously, he would have scened with her before.

  And, they had both agreed to let them push their boundaries tonight. Lauren returned her sister’s smile because she wasn’t jealous of the attraction Keon seemed to have for Samantha, she was rather excited at the prospect of what lay ahead.

  Keon and Rhone sat down with Jack, Lance, Max and Ethan.

  “Your subs are look fucking delicious, mates,” Max intoned watching the two sisters standing side by side. “Just look at the way their beautiful tits are holding up the clamps. Amazing.”

  “Yeah, they are going to our servers for the next fifteen minutes. I’ll have a bourbon, Red, as will Ethan,” Keon instructed, while Rhone gave his orders to Samantha.

  Keon nodded in the direction of the bar. “Off you go, ladies. Fetch the drinks and bring them back here. Oh, and no trays, please. One glass at a time.”

  “You’re not fucking serious, Master Blade,” Samantha snapped. That meant three round trips. With the bouncing weight attached to their tits and the Ben Wa balls, it would be agony, to say the least.

  “I’m not? Hm, that sounds very disrespectful. Master Apollo. You’re the closest; please give Ace’s tits a tug or two until she apologizes.”

  “Oww! Fucking hell,” she shrieked when Ethan immediately pulled hard on the weights.

  Her pussy clenched around the Ben Wa balls that were vibrating nonstop inside her. She was concentrating hard to stop the flush of moisture from escaping her pussy when Ethan gave her tits another hard tug.

  “Stop! I’m sorry, Master Blade. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful,” she finally managed to plead.

  “Let’s hope not, Ace. Off you go and don’t dally. I want to see your ass wriggle. Walk fast, or you might end up serving more Doms before we remove those clamps,” Rhone instructed with a wide smile.

  They didn’t need further incentive and trotted toward the bar. The six men followed them with appreciative expressions on their faces.

  “Why are they . . .” Ethan squinted when he noticed how they squeezed their butt cheeks and tried to walk with tight knees. “Ah, you buggers, what are they wearing? Vibrating eggs?”

  “Ben Wa balls. Three each.” Keon informed them, his eyes not leaving his sub.

  “Fuck, add the pinching clamps and weights, they must be leaking some hot honey by now,” Lance said as he followed their progress, until they stopped at the bar.

  “And then some,” Rhone agreed with a delighted chuckle. He’d caught the whiff of Samantha’s arousal the moment he’d put the clamps on and had been having a hard time keeping his lust under control. He was ready to fuck her senseless. Right there in front of everyone.

  “They’re suffering, Chuck. I think two trips with drinks and the clamps are enough. The tight bra is enough stimulation already for their tits,” Keon remarked as he noticed the pained expressions on the women’s faces.

  “I agree. We want to give them a riveting experience tonight, not punishments.” Rhone waited until they’d handed over the drinks. “Ace, Red, come over here, please.”

  “On your knees, Red,” Keon pointed to the spot between his legs as did Rhone to Samantha.

  “This is going to hurt, my pet but I’ll do my best to alleviate the pain as much as possible. Ready?” Keon asked while pinching the base of her nipple between his fingers. She winced when he carefully removed the clamp but the pressure of his fingers prevented a quick rush of blood flooding back into the abused vessels, which eliminated the pain.

  He leaned forward and licked her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, releasing his fingers.

  “Ooh, geeezzz,” she moaned, barely registering a similar reaction from Samantha. She was still battling to breathe normally when he followed suit with the other breast. She sighed in relief when it was done but was aware that a similar experience awaited them when the bras would be removed.

  “There you go. Now we’re ready to play,” Rhone ordered with a burning slap on Samantha’s ass. Her shriek of surprise was cut short when Rhone grabbed her for a quick hard kiss on her lips.

  Keon and Rhone led the way into the dungeon, toward the examination room; their four friends trailing behind.

  “You don’t mind if we watch, Master Blade? It sounds like you have some serious fun planned for these two subs,” Jack imparted as they walked.

  “Of course, we’re there to help you in any way,” Ethan said with a wink to the others.

  “Just what we wanted to hear, mates,” Keon chuckled at the searing looks the women bestowed onto him.

  “First things first. Let’s get these bras off, subs. A pity really, your tits look scrumptious, all swollen and red as rubies now.” Keon flicked his tongue over Lauren’s nipples.

  “Oh my,” she squeaked when he sucked on them hungrily. She didn’t know how he completely intoxicated her with his touch. Even the briefest brush of his fingers caused electric charges to come alive, like her skin was being awakened by the effervescence of bubbling champagne.

  “Ooww, damn, I hate you,” she ended in a wheeze she realized he’d loosened the clip between her breasts. The bra came off and the flow of blood, back into her nipples, was excruciating but highly arousing at the same time.

  “You are going to pay for this, Master Razor, mark my words.” Samantha was more verbal in her condemnation of her Master’s treatment. Rhone chuckled at her blood-thirstiness and leisurely fondled her breasts in response.

  “Oh no,” Lauren complained loudly when the two men hunched down between their knees.

  “Oh yes, Red,” Keon surmised with a broad smile as he pulled the skimpy thong from her hips. “Step out, my pet,” he ordered, his hand trailing over her calves as she followed his orders. “Spread your legs.”

  “No climaxing, subs. Is that understood?” Rhone tugged on the piece of string. He slapped Samantha hard on her ass. “I asked you a question, Ace.”

  “Damnit! Yes,” she snapped, concentrating on holding back her climax. The removal of the balls was going to be the tipping point for their resolve.

  Rhone allowed her sassy response, purely because he was enchanted by how her stomach rolled in a wave in anticipation of what was coming.

  “Tell me why are you wearing these vibrating balls, Red?” Keon asked. He gripped the string and pulled very slowly. The balls resisted at first, which had Lauren grinding her teeth.

  “Sir please, leave them. I won’t be able to . . . ooh,” she moaned loudly. Her nails dug into his shoulders where she was holding onto him.

  “I’m waiting, Red,” Keon tugged a little harder.

  “Climax control.”

  “Good girl. They’re coming out, sub. Brace yourself.”

  “Yes,” she hissed. She could hear Samantha’s moans escalate to the same level as hers. Keon pulled harder on the string. The small ball popped out.

  Laure gasped, squeezing her pussy muscles in an effort to maintain control. She’d just managed to take a breath when the next one popped out.

  “God, please! Give me a moment,” she pleaded, her nails dug sharply into his shoulders. Keon stroked her thighs, which were trembling.

  “Here we go,” he warned and yanked the biggest one out, hard and fast.

  Lauren heard Samantha’s cry mingled with her own. Her knees locked as she bent over Keon’s shoulder, caught in the claws of pleasure that rocked through her. Waves of ecstasy rolled over her as she surrendered to the orgasm that caused every muscle in her body to twitch.

  Keon straightened and held Lauren protectively in his arms. He buried his face in her fragrant hair, breathing in the familiar and fragrant orchid scent, mixed with her own sweet bouquet; he could feel the flames of lust beginning to burn in his loins.

  A tender smile played across his face. He finally felt her relax and looked into his eyes.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Red? I can’t seem to get enough of you.�
� He chuckled at the surprise on her face. “You are such a mix of innocence and sensuality, you blow away my resistance,” he said reverently.

  “Well, Master Blade, let’s get the show on the road. At this rate, the sun will be rising before we take our pleasure,” Rhone said drily, watching Keon disengage from Lauren, looking pensive.

  Keon started to place a black blindfold over Lauren’s eyes. Her breathing escalated and he noticed how her hands fisted. He stopped and cupped her cheeks.

  “Easy, little one. It will only be Rhone and I touching you. No pain, I promise. This is all about pleasure, Red.”

  “I’m sorry. I just had a flashback and I panicked.” She swallowed hard. “He . . . used to blindfold me and then made me do all kinds of things. If I did anything wrong, he’d use his belt. He was fucking cruel with that thing in his hand. He laughed, he always laughed.”

  “But, it’s over now and I won’t let him anywhere near you again. I am not him, Lauren,” he said gravely. His eyes darkened. “Do you trust me, Red? To take care of you and give you what you need and crave? I promise you, my pet, I will never abuse your trust.”

  “I know, Master Blade and I do trust you.”

  “Good. Now, let’s try this again, shall we? Deep and easy breaths, Red,” he cajoled softly as he covered her eyes. She followed his instructions and he kept running his hands up and down her arms until she was completely relaxed.

  “Hands behind your backs, subs and keep them there. No cheating by trying to feel which one of us is paying attention to you.” Rhone instructed. They obeyed instantaneously. “Good, here we go.”

  Lauren tensed when a soft touch feathered over her nipples, again and again, until they were taut and throbbing for more.

  “Oh,” she moaned when he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging on them. Her breathing increased when a tongue flicked over the tips, then licked them leisurely, before he sucked on them with obvious relish.

  It was him. It had to be him. Only he can draw such intense arousal from me.