by Dakota Trace
“Harder, pet.” Her hand closed over his and forced him to squeeze harder. She gave a cry of pleasure.
“Can I join, Mistress?” The gravelly sound of Micah’s request had Jude ready to spill in his pants. Thank God he’s back. Maybe now she’ll claim me!
Olivia seemed to read his mind. “Did you bring what I asked for, mal-chick?”
“Yes, Mistress.” The sound of a bag hitting the floor next to the bed barely registered.
“Good. I want you to get out the razor and shaving cream and take it to the bathroom.” He vaguely was aware of Micah’s reply as he went. Jude swallowed at the order she’d given the other man while continuing to hold his gaze. “As for you, pet – are you ready to be my slave?”
He nodded then jerked when she dug the nails of her good hand into his. Verbal answers you fool. “Yes, Mistress. I’m ready to be yours.”
“Good. You’re going to find out there are rules to being mine, pet. One of them is that my slaves are clean shaven at all times. That means I want no hair, other than that on your sexy head, to interfere with my pleasure.”
Shock washed over him. Does she actually want me to shave around my dick and nuts?
She raked her fingernails over his chest, leaving red marks behind. “That means you’ll keep your groin clean shaven. Normally I’d help you with it your first time, but with this,” she lifted her cast-covered hand, “I can’t. You’ve said you don’t have an issue with Micah helping with your training. Will you allow him to help you with this?”
He licked his lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.” She slid off to his side. “He’s waiting for you in the master bath. He’ll help prepare you for me. Listen to his instructions, pet. He knows my preferences.”
A surprise longing washed over Jude at the thought of belonging to Olivia. Where the hell did my machismo go? I can’t believe I actually want to belong to another person. Fuck, what would Pops say about this?
The feel of Olivia’s hands on his distended zipper jerked him immediately out of his thoughts.
“Don’t look so worried, pet. I treat those who belong to me with care. You have nothing to fear but fear itself once you put yourself into my keeping.” She slowly eased his zipper down.
“I don’t think FDR had this in mind when he said that.” His feeble attempt at humor died in his throat when her hand delved inside his pants only to be blocked by his briefs.
“Nonetheless, I mean it.” She gave a frustrated sound. “These will have to go too, pet. I don’t like material keeping me from stroking my cock.” Slipping the button through the hole, she parted his pants. He lifted his hips helpfully when she gave a sharp tug on them. “I want to be able slide my hand inside and find you hard and ready without having to fight with your underwear. Do you understand?”
He bucked helplessly against her hand as she gave him a quick hard stroke. “Yes, Mistress. No underwear and clean shaven. I get it.”
“Good.” Her hand released him and she scooted up to press her mouth against his. Giving him a hard kiss, she backed away when he reached for her to deepen it. “No, not yet! Micah’s waiting for you.”
Standing next to the bed, she stared down at him as if memorizing him. Jude imagined he was quite the sight, lying with his jeans down around his thighs, his scars partially exposed, and on top of a satin duvet in a decidedly feminine room. But he couldn’t find the need to be self-conscious.
After one last look, she turned to leave the room. “Take all the time you need, pet. I want more than your body willing tonight.” With those cryptic words, she left the room.
* * * *
Standing in front of the bathroom’s full length mirror, Jude couldn’t help but stare. He was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Not only was every inch of his groin now devoid of hair, Micah had handed him a disposable enema with a small smile after they’d finished shaving him. His quiet ‘just in case, Mistress wants to play’ had shocked Jude. Would she honestly plan to be sticking anything in my ass?
While the thought wasn’t totally abhorrent, he hoped like hell it wasn’t a cock that was going there. He wasn’t stupid and knew there was real pleasure to be had with anal play. He logically understood the fact that his prostate gland was the core of his sexual pleasure, but the idea of another man fucking him to stimulate it had him worried. But Mistress knows neither I nor Micah are bi-sexual...so maybe…
He caught a glimpse of Micah as he cleaned up the shaving mess. Micah’s soft humming stopped as if he knew Jude was staring at him.
“Are you okay, Jude?”
“Yeah. I’m just…I don’t know…” Jude fumbled with the words expressing the turmoil of emotions racing through him.
“Scared, excited, horny or maybe combination of all three?” Micah came up behind him, his dark hands closing over Jude’s shoulders.
Mutely Jude nodded. “What happens if this isn’t what I need it to be? If I went through all of this to only find out…”
Micah gave Jude’s shoulders a squeeze. “Then you tell Mistress. She’s not a mind reader. If she does something you can’t handle, use your safe word. Or your ‘slow down’ word. She’s no different than any of the other Mistresses we’ve played with the last few weeks.”
“But what about the scars?” His voice nearly broke.
The scars on his hip and thigh stood out in stark relief now that he no longer had any hair to hide them. The silvery lines of scar tissue extended well beyond his thigh and several strayed across his groin and precariously close to his cock. A few more inches to the right and I wouldn’t even be a man any longer.
“She won’t care about them, Jude. Trust me. She’ll see them as nothing more than a few badges of honor – proof you survived the pain.” He rested his chin on Jude’s shoulder. “She once told me pain has a purpose. It tests the mettle of man or woman and those who survive are only stronger for it.” Micah lifted his head and moved away. “Don’t be ashamed of them, Jude. You went through Hell and are here to tell the story. Be proud of them.”
Relief had Jude’s eyes stinging. “Yeah.”
“Now come on, slow poke…” The snap of the towel should’ve warned him, but Jude yelped when the end of it stung his ass.
“Ouch!” He spun on the other man. “What the hell was that for?”
Micah gave him a leer. “We’ve screwed around long enough. I’m horny. Let’s go see if we can sweet talk Mistress out of some her pussy.”
Jude’s eyes widened. “How the fuck do we sweet talk her? She said she’s immune to it.”
Micah gave him a knowing look. “By obeying her every command.”
Jude’s cock, which had been soft since being shaved, went stone hard while his voice was hoarse. “Fuck yeah.”
Chapter Twelve
Following Micah down the hall and into the living room had to be the hardest thing Jude had ever done. He came to abrupt stop when Micah dropped to his knees next to the couch where Olivia was sitting comfortably with her cast propped on the arm. Before Jude could sink to his knees, the brisk tone from the couch stopped him.
“No, pet. Come over here.” Olivia’s expression was inscrutable even as she patted the cushion next to her.
“Yes, Mistress.” He stepped around Micah hesitantly before gingerly settling on the couch next to her. Uncertainty consumed him and he focused on the area where his hands were resting crossed on top of his thighs.
There was a long pause before she finally spoke. “You’ve said you wish to be my slave, Jude.”
He ran his tongue over his lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”
“And why is that?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stroke her hand over Micah’s scalp. Longing gripped him. God I want to be there. What would it feel like to have her stroke my hair the same way? He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Sitting around naked while his Mistress was fully clothed would take some getting used to.
“I asked you a question, Jude.” The bite i
n her voice clearly showed her impatience with being made to wait.
“Because I’m submissive, Mistress.” He frowned and tried to put into his yearnings into words – forgetting about his nudity. “I want the orders, I need to know I’m giving my woman… I mean, the woman I serve, pleasure. What happened last night…having to wait until you said I could come was one the hottest damn things I’ve ever experienced. ”
“Look at me, pet.”
The gentleness in her voice surprised him. He looked over at her. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Let me see those beautiful eyes.” She cupped his cheek. “You’re stumbling over your words, pet. Are you under the assumption that being in a Dom-sub relationship is so completely different than any other that you don’t know what to even ask or tell me?”
The clenching in his stomach had him gritting his teeth. He finally nodded. “Yes, Mistress. I don’t know what exactly what to expect from you.”
She leaned back against the arm of the couch. “Each Dom-sub relationship is different, Jude. It all depends upon what agreement the Dom and sub come to. For instance, Micah and I have a very casual relationship. I have not offered him my collar nor has he asked for it. I give him what he needs. I’m a safe outlet for his desires - but I do not own him. He’s free to come and go as he pleases. He’s what I consider a play slave. He comes to me when he needs release and we play for an hour or two and then go our separate ways. It’s worked rather well for me in the past. I haven’t had a permanent slave in a very long time.”
Confusion swamped Jude. “Then is that what you’re proposing for me? To be a play slave, like Micah?” He wasn’t sure if a temporary relationship was what he wanted with Olivia. In fact I know it’s not.
“No.” She tapped her fingers on the back of the couch. “As I said, every relationship is different in the BDSM world. It’s up to us to decide on what kind of relationship we want.”
“Can I ask a question, Mistress?”
“Of course! I’ll never ignore your questions.” She tipped her head.
“Then what do you get out of playing with Micah? It seems rather one-sided. I thought all Doms wanted to have complete control over their slaves.”
“When we’re in a scene, Micah has no doubt who’s in charge, but I don’t expect to have total control over him all the time. Having a 24/7 slave is a lot of work for both the Dom and slave.”
He tried to read her face. What does she want from me? Full obedience or what she has with Micah? I don’t want what she has with Micah, but I don’t know if I can be submissive all the time. Gathering up his courage he asked, “And is that what you want from me?”
She shook her head and paused as if she was gathering her thoughts. “No. What I need is something in between, pet. With you I want more than just sex and domination once or twice a week while we have separate lives. Nor do I want full responsibility for your every action. My husband needed that and it became very stressful for me. You’re a grown man with serious responsibilities and I expect you to act like it when we’re not playing.”
Try as he might, he just couldn’t wrap his mind around what she wanted. “I’m confused. You don’t want a full-time slave nor do you want a play one.”
“What I want is for us to try to have a relationship. One where I rule in the bedroom, but you don’t depend on me for things like what you wear or what you’re going to do every day.”
To Jude her words sounded like heaven. How did she know that’s what I need? His bubble was burst a moment later.
“So this is what I propose we do, pet. Until my attacker is caught we will try this type of relationship. After he’s caught we’ll reevaluate what we have – if it’s right for both of us, before we commit to a full-fledged relationship.”
Mentally Jude weighted his options. A few weeks commitment was more than he’d expected but less than he wanted. Fuck it, I’m not going to leave now. I’ll take what I can get, give her pleasure like she’s never known, until she doesn’t want to give me up. Then let’s see her walk away after this present situation is over.
“I accept, Mistress.” He forced the words out.
A genuine smile crossed her face. “Do you remember your safe words?”
He nodded. “Hershey’s for a complete stop and ‘Milky-way’ when I need you to slow down.”
“Wonderful. Now, stand up. I want to check if you did as I requested.”
Desire hit him hard and fast. His cock filled with blood and all he wanted was to bury it in her pussy after he’d thoroughly eaten it out. He rose slowly to his feet – intensely aware of her eyes focusing on his groin. Her good hand moved to stroke over his stomach before tracing the silvery lines leading to his groin and bobbing cock.
He waited for her to flinch away. Instead, she looked up and whispered, “Beautiful.”
* * * *
Observing Micah’s and her work, Olivia tamped down on her racing libido. Dammit, I’m an experienced Domme. I should have more control than this. In front of her, lying across her sturdy dining room table, Jude was on his back, his arms restrained above his head, awaiting her pleasure. She knew he’d expected to be on his knees pleasuring her, but she didn’t think she could handle the feel of his hands against her skin without tripping the poor man, and then mounting him like the virile stallion she hoped he was. Oh God, Olivia, you are really desperate here if you’re comparing him to a horse. Not that he’s not hung like one.
“So why the hell are you standing there like a trembling virgin?” The waspish tones of Addy from within herself was enough to finally set her in motion. It’s time to piss or get off the pot, Olivia. You have two horny subs waiting for you to give them an order, any order – so get to it!
At her feet, Micah was kneeling, awaiting her next orders after he’d finished restraining Jude for her. She gave in as she ran her hand over the satiny smooth skin of his scalp. A sigh of pleasure escaped her. Evidently Jude’s groin wasn’t the only thing that got shaved in my bathroom. She moved away from him.
“Mal-chick, I see you neglected to put a cock ring on pet.” Her voice was surprisingly firm.
Micah’s eyes widened even as Jude began to protest. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Can this slave get it for you?”
She nodded even as Jude’s voice rose.
“Please Mistress, not that. I’ll be good.” Jude’s pleas were quite real.
Walking over to the table, she stopped at his shoulder. “You don’t seem to get it, pet. I’m in charge here, not you.” She leaned in to nip his lower lip. A deep groan burst free from him at her action. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his cock bob in reaction. It was only a moment before she saw Micah return. She gave him a slight nod as he held up the thin oval of silicone which was guaranteed to keep Jude from coming too soon. “Put it on him.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. Please…I won’t be able to come.”
Jude hissed when she pinched the nearest nipple to her. She smiled down at him when he jerked as Micah slid the ring down his erection. “You’ll come when I say, Jude. Not before! Trust me to know when the time is right.” At his panicked expression, her face softened. “Do we continue, pet, or do I release you?”
He took a few calming breaths. “I…” His tongue swiped over his lower lip. “…you promise…”
She ran a hand through his hair before tightening her grip. She lifted his head off the table with her good hand. “My slaves always leave me with a smile on their faces, pet.”
He licked his lips and gave her a smile. “Okay. Do with me what you will…as long as it doesn’t result in me having a serious case of blue balls…I’m all yours.”
A chortle came from near Jude’s feet. “Good.” She brushed a kiss against his parted lips. She lifted her head and met Micah’s amused eyes. He immediately looked at the floor. “While I can’t promise the same to another slave if he doesn’t quit laughing at me.”
The amusement in Micah’s demeanor fled. “I’m sorry, Mistress. It wasn�
��t you. It was what Jude said that I was laughing at.”
She let him stew for a moment. “You’re forgiven as long as you get your ass over here and undress me.”
* * * *
Jude strained against the leather cuffs holding him to the table. Sweat broke out all over his body. He had no clue to how long Mistress had been torturing him with the soft leather flogger before she’d gone on to do the same to Micah. The buttery soft strips of leather had stroked over nearly every inch of his flesh until he felt like one huge boiling mass of need. His cock ached with unfulfilled release. The contraption born in hell which encircled his cock assured him of that. There would be no coming without his Mistress’s permission, and even as he hated the ring itself, he gloried in the submission it ensured. He had no worries at the moment. Mistress promised pleasure and she would deliver it.
From the table, Jude could see both Olivia and Micah’s play and the sight had him fighting his cuffs vigorously. Kneeling between Mistress’s thighs while she brought the flogger down repeatedly on his back, Micah’s face remained buried in her pussy. The sounds of slurping and the occasional gasp from Mistress or gurgling moan from Micah had him continuously fighting his bonds. Dammit, I want to be the one eating her!
“Mistress, please!” He heard the begging in his voice but didn’t care. Somehow he knew it only inflamed her passions.
She moaned and met his desperate gaze. “Patience, pet…” a loud gasp interrupted her reply as her hand dove for the head between her thighs. “None of that, mal-chick. Keep those nimble fingers away from my ass.”
Micah looked up from his feast. “Mistress, please.”