by Wane, BJ
Master Blake slipped inside the room without a word as Nolan retrieved the oil. Speaking to his audience through the speakers, he began his lecture. “Relaxing your sub is paramount to ensuring a successful scene with cupping, especially with an inexperienced submissive.” Noting the immediate stiffening of Mia’s body as her brows lowered in a frown, he waved his hand over her tense back, swinging his gaze toward the viewers. “Starting with a massage will aid in easing any tension your sub feels about going forward. An experienced Dom can read his partner’s body as easily as her face and knows which expression to go by.” He flicked his fingers against her compressed lips, drawing Blake’s grin.
Setting the oil down, Nolan kept his eyes on Mia’s face turned toward him as he and Blake, standing on opposite sides of the bench, drew the straps over her wrists. The second she realized there were two men, she jerked with a gasp and lifted her head.
“Nolan?”
Hearing the tremor of vulnerability behind the whisper of uncertainty, he leaned over her and taunted in a low voice, “Are you going to prove me right before I’ve even begun?”
Her mouth tightened, and she shook her head. “I’m fine with… it, if you are,” she bit out.
“Sweetheart, you’ll be more than fine with the extra hands by the time we’re through.” They strapped her ankles apart next and then Nolan oiled his hands before passing the bottle over to Blake with a nod.
Chapter 9
“Mia is new to our club, but brave enough to volunteer tonight. It’s my job to reward her for her trust by ensuring she has a positive experience.”
Mia shivered from Nolan’s deep voice and succumbed to the pleasure of four hands kneading her shoulders, then down her back and legs before working their way back up to her buttocks. She stiffened at first and then moaned in pleasure as the two men squeezed her malleable globes with their talented fingers, digging in to her soft flesh and manipulating the tension right out of her. Her mind started to drift on a pleasant haze of comfort when one pair of hands left her body followed by the distinct sound and smell of a flame being lit. Before she could voice the objection clogging her throat with instant fear, a round glass object pressed on her butt, the heat inside the globe sucking up the air, drawing her flesh up inside, the tight sensation bordering on uncomfortable.
“The larger cups cover a bigger area, such as the buttocks. I can leave them on for up to ten minutes as the flame eats up the air inside the cup, drawing the flesh up with it before the alcohol-soaked wand burns itself out.”
A low moan slid past her compressed lips when the massage continued around her ‘cupped’ buttock before Nolan slid a finger around the rim and pried the glass off. She honestly couldn’t tell if the sudden rush of blood alleviated or added to the discomfort.
“The oil will help with keeping the bruising to a minimum as well as aids in adhering the cup to the skin and in removing it. Mia, you’re doing well. Let’s turn you over.”
By the time they unstrapped her and flipped her over, she lay limp as a wet noodle and the spot on her buttock pulsed and itched, stirring her arousal, making it difficult to lie still as they re-bound her arms and legs. Despite the cool air wafting over the front of her body drawing goosebumps, heat washed over her face as she pictured her spread thighs and bare pussy left gaping for the audience.
Mia sucked in a deep breath and catapulted into sensory overload the minute those large, oil-slicked hands touched her again. The dual kneading of her breasts stripped away her unease over baring her round body in front of strangers, the simultaneous brush of thumbs over her nipples sending an arrow of heat down to her already aching core.
As they massaged their way down her quivering abdomen, her breath stalled in her throat. When they squeezed her inner thighs, their thumbs grazing her seam, her gasp echoed in the room. If she hadn’t been restrained, Mia knew she would have gone flying off the bench from the sizzle that simple touch ignited along the delicate flesh of her denuded labia. She shook from the potent, stimulating impact of exposing sensitive nerve endings she’d never realized were there. Her breath released on a whoosh as they slid away from those throbbing tissues and, like magic, their slow massage down her legs lulled her further into complacency.
The low hum of arousal spread through her body, barely there, just enough to keep her warm when their hands would leave one area to travel to another. The other man kept quiet as Nolan spoke more of cupping, the dos and don’ts of the practice she took little heed of. He’d convinced her she could trust him, and from the way her body was responding to yet another new experience, she had nothing to fear except maybe losing another piece of herself to the man she’d only just now come to like.
Nolan, she knew, stood on her left and she could sense him moving away even though the other man continued to massage a return trail up her leg. His touch felt different now that Nolan wasn’t joining in. Even though his hands still eased the tension in her muscles as he rubbed over her hip and waist again, a chill racked her body and she turned her head in search of Nolan.
“Nolan?” A sharp slap on the inside of her thigh drew a startled cry, the familiar burn and throb of pain having its usual, speedy effect.
“That’s Master Nolan, and I told you not to speak unless it’s to issue a color. Is that what you are doing?” he asked from right above her.
How could he expect her to remember all those little rules now? “No, I’m… fine,” she mumbled, careful not to risk another mortifying reprimand. Or was it the dampness she could feel pooling between her legs that embarrassed her?
His breath blew into her ear and his rough jaw scratched her cheek as he bent and whispered, “Good. I’d hate to have to stop before I’ve even begun. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”
Mia’s heart executed that funny roll again and she turned her face enough to brush his mouth with hers. With her sight cut off, all of her other senses picked up the slack, making every sound louder, every touch more pronounced. Even the earthy male scent of him she’d always found appealing tickled her nose more than usual.
With a squeeze to her shoulder, he moved away, and she heard him pick up something before the strike of another flame produced another jolt of alarm. Before she could panic and cry red as she imagined him applying the device to more sensitive areas, the other man bent to her ear and she recognized Master Blake’s voice.
“Master Nolan knows what he’s doing. Relax, you’re in good hands.” He distracted her by cupping her breast and flicking her nipple, but she still heard Nolan’s explanation.
“The idea behind cupping, whether through fire or pumping suction, is to bring additional blood flow, and thus sensation, to the area. The larger cups can also be used on the inner thighs.”
Like he had on her cheek, he laid a round, glass object high on the inside of her thigh, the heat drawing up the air as well as the flesh close to her vulnerable crotch. Discomfort gave way to sharp, intense sensation several minutes later as he removed the cup and left the area feeling tight and achy, in a shockingly good way. Mia whimpered when he treated the inside of her opposite thigh to the same erotic torture, the throbbing of her taut flesh matching the area on her butt and spreading to her vagina. Master Blake continued to tease her nipples, stroking, pinching, twisting until the small buds pulsed in a similar fashion, just not as intense.
One finger traced over her labia and up her slit as Nolan embarrassed her further by pointing out the obvious. “You can already see the effect cupping has on my sub, and I haven’t even gotten to her nipples and this pretty pussy yet.”
Just imagining the heated cups drawing on such tender flesh zapped Mia with a lightning bolt of lust. Grateful for the blindfold, she waited with bated breath upon hearing the lighter again. A much smaller cup covered her right nipple and sucked onto the flesh surrounding it. She bit her lip against the drawing pressure then breathed a sigh of relief when multiple fingers kneaded her waist and on down to her tense thighs. By the time Nolan gently removed t
he cup from over her nipple, the nub was engorged and drawn into a tight, throbbing pinch.
Nolan moved to her other nipple while Blake continued the massage, sliding his hands over her oil-slick, sensitive body with expertise. Heat drew her left nipple up into the cup and reality faded as raw, sexual hunger invaded Mia’s body and took command of her senses. The pounding of unfulfilled lust reverberated in her head, drowning out the drone of Nolan’s voice.
With her nipples now so tender any touch would set her off, he placed another fired-up cup between her legs to pull on the most delicate and already aching part of her body. Mia didn’t need to see her body to know how swollen her labia was when he removed the cup minutes later; didn’t need a touch on the hypersensitive flesh to prove how primed she was to go off like a firecracker.
Nolan’s voice drifted to her through the haze. “Swollen, beautiful and needy. I’d say my sub deserves a reward for being such a good participant tonight.”
“For a newbie, she’s a gem.” Master Blake’s compliment warmed her as much as Master Nolan’s.
Without further warning, fingers grazed Mia’s nipples and slid past her puffy folds to tickle her inflamed clit. One touch and an orgasm hit her with hard waves of gasping pleasure, sweeping through her body like a drenching, body-flinging tsunami.
* * *
Mia spent Sunday morning walking around on cloud nine. After awakening spooned with her back against Nolan’s front, his cock pressing into her pussy from behind, she’d enjoyed starting the day with an orgasm followed by cooking breakfast for a man who made his appreciation known in delightful ways. The hint of caring in his tone during the previous night’s demonstration affected her as much as his touch and the surreal experience, and she’d vowed to relish the pleasure of that rather than fret over where they might be headed with this affair. He’d left her place that morning with a promise to come by later, and that’s as far ahead at a time as she wanted to go.
While the unbelievable sensations he’d wrought from her during the cupping demonstration still possessed the power to draw a shiver from just thinking about it, she still struggled with her willingness to put herself in such an exposed, vulnerable position because of an unexpected bout of envy. When agreeing to the terms of an affair with Nolan, Mia had known he was a sexually dominant man, but never dreamed she would crave that side of him as an addict would his next fix. Honesty forced her to admit she didn’t know how she felt about that, which made it best for her to continue taking this one day at a time.
To top the morning off, she spoke with both of her boys, delighted to hear their voices and how well they were doing with their summer classes. She’d worried they were taking on too much by going to school year-round, without a summer break, but both had always been driven to push themselves, whether it was with academics or sports. She gave credit to that admirable trait to their father. They’d grown up with Peter’s determination to rise to the top of the financial ladder taking precedence over everything else, including the three of them. Thinking back, it amazed her they’d turned out so well adjusted. Neither had taken sides in the divorce, which didn’t bother her. The last thing she’d wanted was a rift between them and Peter or her.
As Mia dressed for church, it dawned on her this was the first time she was going into town without dreading the possibility of running into Peter and Tami. Even though they had attended the same church together while married, her ex had yet to make a return to Sunday services. And even if he did, Nolan’s undivided attention these past few weeks succeeded in instilling a growing confidence inside her she thought she’d never regain. It wasn’t back one hundred percent, but enough she didn’t cringe away from the risk of seeing them together again.
Now, she thought as she trotted downstairs and out to her truck, if Barry showed up for work this afternoon and she heard positive news about her delayed shipment, she would start the new week on a high note. What more could she ask for?
Slipping into church, she spotted Dee and Bob and took a seat next to them, idly wondering if Nolan ever attended a service. Given everything they’d done, it made her fidget over how little she knew about the man she was sleeping with. He’d mentioned having dinner with his widowed mother once a week, and that it was just the two of them now. As the parent of the town’s reformed bad boy and now top law enforcer, Mrs. MacGregor was well-known around Whitetail, as her husband had been before he passed away. As many stories of Nolan’s misspent, wild youth that had filtered down through the years, she’d never heard of one negative episode between him and his parents. There was a lot to admire about him she was just now admitting.
“What are you thinking about? It’s not the sermon that’s putting that look on your face,” Dee whispered, her voice laced with humor.
“Hush.”
“Tell me later?”
Mia flicked her an amused glance. “Maybe.”
When the service ended, Dee spoke a few quiet words to Bob, who nodded before following the congregation out the front doors as Mia rose and started toward the back to set up the coffee and donuts. “I told you I would cover for you,” she reminded Dee who accompanied her into the gathering room used for small socials.
“I know, and I appreciate it, but I’m not busy and we haven’t talked in a while. Everybody’s wagging their tongues about you and our hot police chief, you know.”
That was the most concerning part of her new relationship, despite how much she enjoyed Nolan’s attentions. Shaking her head, Mia filled the three coffee pots, uttering, “I hate being the subject of small-town gossip. It was horrible during our split and divorce.”
“I know, hon.” Dee pitched in and started opening the boxes of donated confectionaries, the sweet aroma of sugar glaze and chocolate permeating the air. “But you’ve got to admit this kind of gossip is much more fun.”
“Maybe for you, but I’m the one people were whispering about, pitying and even blaming for Peter’s unfaithfulness. And now, what’s left of my reputation is getting tarnished by these rumors.” And Mia honestly didn’t know how she felt about that regardless of the enlightening experiences Nolan was giving her.
“I figured Peter’s affair had already knocked you off that pedestal you put yourself on,” Dee returned bluntly before biting into a cream-filled treat with a moan.
It had, so why was she still bemoaning her fall? More like lamenting my stupidity rather than toppling from the perch of virtue I struggled so hard to climb to after we married in such haste. That thought shook her. During the early years of her marriage, it had been important for people to see her as a devoted, committed wife and mother, not the teen forced to marry in haste. The birth of the boys ensured she never regretted her relationship with Peter, but she still cared what others thought of her.
“I don’t like anyone to think bad of me,” she defended herself.
Dee turned and hugged her, almost smearing the last bite of donut on Mia’s blouse. “No one could ever think bad of you. And if they do, they’ll answer to me. I gotta run. Bob’s waiting for me. Call me later, since it would be unseemly to give me all the salacious details in church.”
Mia laughed, shaking her head. “Get out of here.”
Within seconds of Dee leaving, several people entered, and the next thirty minutes flew by as Mia enjoyed socializing again. For over a year, she’d kept to herself, too worried about appearances or whether anyone would look down upon her because of Peter’s actions. Between that insecurity and the mortification of learning about his deceit, she’d stuck with her closest friends and become a homebody when not working. Her business put her in contact with others, but it was easier to maintain her composure when working, and in truth, no one had treated her differently after the divorce; it had been her own low self-esteem responsible for keeping herself aloof from others.
She’d been basking in the friendly greetings and banter and calling herself an idiot for staying to herself for so long when Tami walked in with another young woman instead
of with Peter. Squaring her shoulders, Mia vowed to ignore her, remain polite and unaffected by her presence. Standing behind the long table where two boxes of donuts still waited to be delved into, she forced a smile as the two girls strolled up, surprised Tami would approach her without Peter.
“Good morning. Help yourselves to some donuts. Can I pour you coffee or juice?” she inquired in as polite a tone as she could muster. The crowd was dwindling rapidly and the few people still loitering in small groups didn’t appear interested in seeing the ex-wife and new fiancée talking, which helped ease her tension until Tami answered in a snide undertone.
“I’ll have a cup of coffee, plain. If I indulged in such calorie-laden food, I wouldn’t be able to get into my clothes.” With an insolent look, she smirked at her friend. “Is it any wonder Peter looked elsewhere for his… needs?”
Shock held Mia’s tongue for several seconds as a blush crept over her face. She couldn’t believe the insolent audacity of the chit, and how easily Tami maintained her friendly mien while delivering such a rude comment to Mia’s face. Determined to be the better person here, she bit back the retort on the tip of her tongue and conjured a smile as she poured the coffee.
“Here you go. Can I get you anything else?”
Tami laughed. “No, hon. I already have everything I ever wanted from you. And I know how to keep him. You must come by and see what I’ve done to the house. You won’t recognize it.”
Several heads turned at the sound of Tami’s raised voice and Mia wished the floor would open and swallow her as a few faces reflected pity, with some frowns aimed at Tami and her smirking friend. Hurt and anger fought to be unleashed on the other woman, but before she could think of anything to say to her, the two of them sauntered out looking smug, as if her stunned silence was exactly what they’d expected of her.
How Mia managed to maintain her composure as she cleaned up, she didn’t know. Keeping her face averted from the few people still mingling, she tossed the empty donut boxes and placed the remaining ones in the refrigerator. It didn’t take but a minute to unplug and rinse out the coffee pots and by the time she made one final sweep of the room for trash, no one else remained. No one mentioned the incident and several smiled and tossed out a goodbye or see you next week as they left, but her temper still simmered under the layer of pain Tami’s calloused words caused.