Jeweled Serpent: The Complete Collection

by Silk, Nicole

  Looking at the bigger picture, the gift of boots and jewelry were too irresistible for her to pass up. She had to find out who was behind this and what they had to offer. She’d been a sexual addict amidst high-rolling top executives, enduring a world of dog-eat-dog politics with she’d loathed.

  The sex had been amazing. The backlash had been gruesome. She needed sex all the time, craving it when her gaze landed on humanity. It was a curse, causing her actions to hover between manipulative with limited closeness or she was downright ruthless.

  No matter how much pleasure was provided, she wanted more. These were the times that she could endure the closeness with humanity. That kinky closeness was, at times, raunchy but she always controlled the show. She knew that the law in most countries forbade her appetite. Her money solved that problem

  She squirmed in her seat at the memories. When they’d said anything goes, they’d truly meant it. She’d engaged in cock-and-ball torture, witnessed some things others would find horrid, and writhed under a whip until the Dom grew too controlling for her taste. That normally meant that they wanted to fuck her.

  Because Marta held herself in such high esteem, she allowed no one to fuck her. That hadn’t gone over well in past play so she’d gone into humiliating her partners. Things had swiftly gone downhill and drama had emerged. Corporate drama was nothing to play with. She became known as a coldhearted and cruel bitch within circles.

  To calm her rampaging desire, she’d taken it to the streets. There was an endless supply of vagrants, which she terrorized at length. She currently rocked with the sway of the vehicle while studying the boot. Her rather short but layered skirt reached mid-thigh, which was precisely where the boot ended.

  Soft black leather fit like a glove down to her shoe. The silver from the spike wrapped around her foot, molded as if she’d modeled solely for the creation of the boot. The serpent boot-jewelry wound around the spike perfectly. Matching perfectly with her boot, two silver pieces adorned the sides of the serpent’s head like large, ever-watchful eyes.

  The silver wrapped under the head, expanding the length of the piece. Within her exploration, she detected the vehicle’s increase in speed and realized they’d merged onto the interstate once again.

  She settled back in her seat and closed her eyes to remember the times long passed. The slight rocking of the car lulled her into a lethargic doze. The next time she opened her eyes, they’d arrived at a gate where Kim was announcing her name.

  As they swung through the gate, a winking spire seen through the trees caught her attention. She frowned, trying to understand what she was seeing as the car moved forward. Emerging from the hillside, a doorway with two huge pillars and rock-laden walls on either side appeared.

  A statuesque woman stepped through the doorway as the car pulled to a halt. Kim didn’t have a chance to open the back door before the woman opened it and said, “Welcome, Ms. Swann. It is my honor to finally meet you. I am Sandra Kelly. Please follow me. All your questions will be answered.”

  Marta stepped from the vehicle, admiring the woman’s professionalism as she followed her inside. Pausing within a foyer, she was directly ushered into Sandra’s office where she spotted a well-groomed man already seated. He immediately rose and offered his hand, “Welcome, Ms. Swann. My name is Jacob. I am a Master here who will answer your questions and assure that you are served. I see you are enjoying the gifts.”

  She glanced down at her boots and nodded once before demanding in true Marta fashion, “I don’t receive gifts lightly. What is expected from me in payment?”

  Jacob leaned forward, “It has come to our attention that you enjoy the rougher side of human nature.” Marta nodded once before Jacob continued, “We provide the type of services that you seek. May I call you Marta?”

  Her eyebrows rose, “How intimate do you plan on becoming with me, Jacob?”

  A grin threw a sole dimple onto his cheek, “I, amongst others, plan to get extremely close and personal with you.”

  “Again…what do you expect of me?”

  “We expect your pleasure, Ms. Swann, and nothing less.” His deliberate pronunciation of her name was coupled with an offered hand, “Please follow me.”

  Sandra smirked at Jacob’s tone, knowing he wasn’t particularly thrilled with the woman’s haughty attitude. Watching Marta follow him out, she stood to deal with the assistant. Unlike Marta, Sandra was well aware that Kim was documenting every move her boss was making. She had a very good idea regarding the plans an assistant could form with such scandalous information.

  ***

  Marta discretely studied the man at her side while thinking Master, huh? We’ll see about that.

  Jacob opened a massive oak door and smiled politely as he motioned for her to enter. What appeared to be a huge massage table sat off to the side with a hulking black man bound upon it. A leather hood covered the man’s head, depriving him of all senses. Marta grinned as she headed toward him.

  Needing to see her in action, Jacob let her go. With each step, more fluid and graceful than the last, she didn’t stop until her bare hands were splayed over the man’s chest. She asked with a growling purr, “Well what do we have here?”

  She didn’t see the woman silently watching from the four-poster bed, shrouded in layers of sheer material, which sat in the middle of the room. Similar to Marta, Tessa had been schooled in receiving as well as giving but she knew how to stop at gentle pain. She would readily admit that she was better at receiving. When functioning as a dominatrix, she tended to also go overboard.

  Tessa had discovered a lot about herself. If placed in the submissive role for too long, she grew restless and aggressive. While watching an air of intimidation roll off Marta, she felt herself grow wet with anticipation. Currently, Marta was roughly tugging at a nipple ring while the bound man grunted within his leather hood.

  With a smirk, Marta leaned away slightly before slapping the metal frame which caused the bound man to jerk. Reaching up, she carefully unbuckled the leather straps that blinded him before moving to the strap across his mouth so he could speak.

  To both Jacob and Tessa’s surprise, Marta leaned forward and asked as she signaled with her hands, “What’s your safe word, Baby?”

  Even though the leather hood covered his ears, he uttered one word—Orange.

  Lifting her short skirt up, Marta climbed onto the table. Her long nails raked slowly over his exposed cock and balls, gliding up his stomach as she purred, “I have a spiked heel that would love to kiss your dick and crush your balls.”

  A groan emitted from the leather hood. Grinning wildly, she whispered, “But I won’t let it. Instead, I’m going to drive your mind wild.” Continuing to move, she hovered her pussy over his face and hissed, “Don’t you dare move that tongue one more inch.”

  The tip of his tongue stopped at the leather slit as her hips twitched above his face. She hissed in a deep intake of air between gritted teeth, appearing as if she were ready to attack and devour. The sight made Tessa lean forward in anticipation while Jacob slowly nodded his head.

  Jacob’s level of admiration rose until Marta growled, “I hope you’re into hard pain.”

  He stepped forward as she leapt off the table, grabbed a whip, and lashed out at the bound man. Grabbing her wrist on the second downward strike, he barked, “That’s enough. You have no idea what level of pain he can endure. You didn’t bother to ask him anything. This is not the streets, Marta.”

  His deliberate use of her name made her sneer at him. A single eyebrow rose, displaying his own intimidating attitude. Marta huffed, “Are you going to take me on now?”

  Jacob shook his head and motioned toward the bed, “No…my Tigress will.”

  Like a phoenix rising from the ashes of her old self, Tessa rose from the bed in her own stiletto heels. She was more than ready to play and get some aggression out. Expertly swinging a whip, she hissed at Marta, “Ready to be flogged heavily, you uppity hard-assed slut?”

/>   Marta’s eyes widened on Tessa’s vibrant golden ones before her lip curled. She snapped, “Who the fuck are you?”

  Tessa’s whip snapped a mere fraction of an inch from Marta’s breast, “I didn’t say you could speak, slut.”

  Marta’s gaze roamed down Tessa’s frame before she stepped toward her. The whip lashed out once again, stinging Marta through her silk blouse. Jacob moved around the women until he stopped at the bound man. Removing the leather hood, he watched the two women size each other up as he said, “Here are the fight rules…”

  “Fight rules!?!”

  Marta’s eyes widened as a look of heightened interest spread over her face. Her breath quickened as her gaze flew back to Tessa. Jacob watched Marta with cold eyes, secretly hoping she would be the victor so he could reduce her to a mindless moaning mess.

  He continued as if she hadn’t spoken, “You may use any of the items around you. If blood is drawn, the fight stops immediately.”

  Marta breathed a low moan, proving Jacob’s theory that she was a sadist as well as a masochist. From what he gathered of the infamous CEO, she held neither limits nor respect for anyone else’s boundaries. The only thing she wouldn’t endure was being fucked. Her appetite was notorious.

  Those specifics were on his mind as he nodded to the huge black man currently bound on the table.

  “Let’s start.” Jacob finished with, “Undress before you begin. Leave the boots on.”

  Tessa wore full-body lingerie so Jacob stepped over to unlace the leather tie at her back. Unbuttoning her skirt at the side, Marta dropped the item to the floor and kicked it away. Tessa shimmied out of her thongs and waited on Marta to remove her blouse.

  The silk top slid to the floor before it, too, slid across the floor. She shrugged out of her bra and panties while keeping an eye on Tessa. Once her clothing was scattered on the floor, Marta thrust her chin in the air and crouched down in preparation to strike.

  The man on the table groaned but both women ignored him as they rounded on each other. If Marta had been more attentive, she would have discovered that the bound man was a switch. Like her, he enjoyed both dominating and being dominated and held few limitations.

  Because she’d been selfish, the man stayed silent and eagerly awaited the show. Marta grabbed a length of bamboo cane, cocking an eyebrow when Tessa selected a whip. Lashing out first, Marta shrieked when Tessa expertly struck her wrist. The cane fell from her numb fingers as she backed to the table once again.

  Like the tiger that her Dom named her after, Tessa stalked after her with purpose. Marta snatched a long riding crop from the table and pointed it menacingly at her. Tessa snapped the cat-o-nine whip harder and, once again, Marta’s choice flew from her fingers. Shrieking with anger, Marta boldly launched toward her without a weapon.

  Tessa bared her teeth and used Marta’s bodily momentum to her advantage. Before Marta could stop, she was sprawled with her back to the floor. Tessa’s booted foot landed on her bared breast. With a quick flick of her ankle, Tessa nicked Marta’s breast. Enraged, Marta grabbed the jeweled serpent from her boot and tore it off.

  Jacob’s own boot came down on her wrist as he hissed, “Let it go.”

  Marta opened her hand for Tessa to pluck the item away. Having been set free of his binds, the massive black man stood and said, “You will call me Master at times. Thank you for the show. You are very impatient.”

  When Marta ignored his examination and scrambled off the floor, he growled, “Now, we teach you patience and respect.”

  He caught her by her long auburn hair, pulling her back to him as Tessa grabbed her wrists. Marta gasped when the man’s other arm swept her around the waist to lift her face closer to his, “You have humiliated many people. It is scaring our clients away.”

  She opened her mouth but he growled, “We offer you an agreement that includes pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”

  Marta’s lip curled, “I thought this was supposed to be pleasing!”

  “Oh, you’ll be pleased. I have no doubt about that.”

  The man unceremoniously dropped her squirming body but Tessa, still holding her wrists, made sure she didn’t tumble face-first to the floor. Jacob stepped forward with coiled hemp rope and swiftly tied her hands behind her back. Looping the rope around her waist, he secured her arms to her back before Mason lifted her to the table.

  Marta refused to speak, having decided she wouldn’t give them the benefit of her voice or pleasure. Of course, she knew the latter wouldn’t last long. Her ankles were next. Positioned with her chin meeting her left shoulder so that her cheek rested on the table, her ass hiked into the air and her knees were spread to rest in small leather stirrups.

  The door opened to Kim, her assistant, to clear the threshold. Jacob shut the door behind her and pulled Kim forward. It was then that Marta spotted the handcuffs around Kim’s wrists.

  Sandra calmly walked beside Kim and stopped with her crotch level with Marta’s face. Bending down, she informed the bound CEO, “You really should have been more careful, Marta. We have people like the man who gave you the jeweled serpent throughout Ohio and Kentucky. You’ve been a rather naughty girl. Kim, why don’t you tell your boss what you were planning to do with her wicked lifestyle?”

  Kim took in her boss’ nude form and nervously said, “I…um…I would have changed your name.”

  Sandra shot the assistant a look as she picked up a whip but the assistant quickly continued, “I was going to write a book about you but I won’t now. I promise. Can I please just go?”

  Mason barked a laugh, “It’s not that simple, Sweetie. We’ll discuss your role in all this afterward.”

  “My role…afterward?”

  Kim’s voice squeaked into the quiet room. Sandra pulled her away from the table as Mason picked up a studded leather paddle. Kim gasped when his hand raised to strike before creating a breeze when he landed the hard blow to Marta’s ass.

  Driven forward, Marta spewed a stream of racist jargon that made Mason point to a ball-gag. Rotating his muscular shoulders, he leaned down until his face was in hers. A smile spread as he said, “Uppity Bitch will be your new name. Don’t think for a minute that you can rock my world with your flimsy insults. I’ve been called harsher things by my slut of a mother.”

  He shoved the ball gag into her mouth before she could say anything else as he added, “By the way, I have no fucking limitations.” Seeing interest leap into her eyes despite her expression of steel reserve, he nodded, “Yeah…that’s what I thought.”

  He stood, displaying a long cock that was fully erect. Marta sniffed the air, inching forward as her body launched into what doctors would define as overactive hormones. With stubbornness alongside wealth, Marta refused to take what her physicians prescribed and drove them nuts.

  She moaned around the gag, unable to think straight for the desire fogging her mind, as he stepped away. He turned a high-toned ass to her face and walked over to the table. Choosing a container of wooden clips, he went back to her and hissed in her face, “How’s it feel to be ass-end up in the air, knowing you’re about to get your ass flogged in front of a group of people?”

  She frowned, fighting the desire as her eyes closed. He snapped, “Look me in the eyes!”

  She refused so he walked over and grabbed a handful of hair, tugging sharply as he slapped her ass with the studded leather paddle. She shrieked as her body moved forward. Her reddened ass cheeks clenched before he stopped. Moving around to her head, he placed his cock a fraction of an inch from her face and said, “I know you can’t wait for me to fuck that pussy. It’s already red and glistening, Uppity Bitch!”

  She moaned and fought the raging desire to move forward. He watched her struggle before running his hands into her hair and pressing his cock onto her face. A whimper slipped up her throat. He slowly unclipped the ball gag and said, “You want to suck it, don’t you?”

  Marta helplessly moaned as her back tried to arch. Her hips suddenly hiked
further into the air, hoisted by the rope that wound around her. It didn’t stop until she was upside down, suspended with her face inches from his cock.

  Her level of desire bypassed any reasoning while her anger flared at her for losing control. Marta moaned, “Oh, my God,” as she lost control.

  Her body twisted on the rope sending her swaying a bit. Mason kept her face hovering in front of his cock by a handful of hair. He growled in a deep voice, “You’re a horny fucking slut, my beautiful bitch! Spit on my cock and rub your face in it.”

  She didn’t so he tugged her hair sharply, “I won’t tell you again, Bitch.” Grabbing her chin, he shook her head, “Spit on it.”

  She did as he told her, helplessly arching when he rubbed his cock over her face. Maneuvering his cock into her mouth, he growled, “Bite me and I might just rape that ass.”

  Marta’s mouth flew open with a gasp as the soft folds of her vagina clenched. He immediately guided his cock into her mouth. She helplessly moaned as he pushed his bulbous head into her throat. Tessa stepped forward and grabbed the cat-o-nine tails whip. Marta’s muffled growl made Jacob shake his head, “Give it up, Bitch. She bested you. This is her reward.”

  Tessa snapped the whip, striking her ass. Mason leaned away and taunted, “I’m going to shove this big black cock so far up your ass that you’ll taste me all week.”

  He pulled her hair, bobbing her nose against his balls as he asked, “You are mine, Bitch. I will devour your soul if I want.”

  Marta was so fired up that she begged at his every thrust. Her nipples were on fire. She knew his mouth was close to her pussy, making it throb for his tongue to touch her clit. Every strike of the whip had her body swaying toward those lips. If he would just dip his head forward a bit, she could swing into his mouth.

  Mason grinned as if he could read her mind, “I bet you taste like cotton candy even though you’re sour inside.”

  He inhaled deeply and blew a steady stream of breath from his mouth as he leaned forward. After he’d exhaled, he said, “No tongue for you,” as he leaned away again. Her staccato moan bounced around the room. Tessa struck her again, muttering aloud, “Dirty slut. You love the smell of sweat on those balls, don’t you?”