“He’s not messed up. Trust me, sweetie. Things are going to get better.” She had to lighten the mood before they got back to the table. She braced Bran on her hip and put her arm over Kimber’s shoulders. “Bran is a good name. Is it Australian?”
The girl laughed. “No, it’s from Game of Thrones! I’ve read all the books. My foster parents wouldn’t let me watch it, but I caught a few episodes online.”
Bran’s little hand pressed against Sahara’s cheek. “I like the wolves.”
“That’s wonderful!” Sahara arched a brow at Kimber, who ducked her head abashedly. She might not realize the show wasn’t appropriate for a girl her age, but she was well aware that her little brother shouldn’t be watching it. “We’ll find you some wolves. Are you ready for dessert?”
They’d gotten close to the table, so Bran had shrugged and hidden his face in the crook of her neck. He never did say what he wanted for dessert, so Dominik had gotten him small servings of several different things Kimber said he liked.
He’d taken tiny bites while sitting on Sahara’s lap. Maybe he had been extremely quiet, but she hadn’t been overly concerned about it at the time. He hadn’t shut down completely; he was just slow about letting people in.
The more secure he felt, the better he’d adapt. And she’d damn well make sure that the little boy, that both kids, knew they were safe and cared for.
“Sahara, are you all right?”
Glancing over at Dominik, Sahara smiled. “Yeah, I was just thinking about Bran. He’ll be fine.”
“Yes, he will be. But you look somewhere between angry and determined. Is there something I need to know?” Dominik abandoned the straps he’d been securing to the bathroom door—she wasn’t sure she wanted to know what those were for—and stepped up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “If either of them was abused, we’ll need to look into therapy.”
“More neglect than abuse I think, but it would be good for them to see someone… What are you doing?”
Dominik flashed her one of his particularly evil smiles. “Preparing to torture my sweet little pet. I figured you’d want to get out of that dress first since you’ve got chocolate stains on the front…and the shoulder from the looks of it.”
She looked down and groaned as she saw the smears of melted chocolate ice cream. “Why didn’t you tell me? I look like a slob!”
“You looked like you were carrying a three-year-old. And he was holding on to you so tight, no one saw a thing until we left their room. Which means only Ladd and me.” He held out his hand, drawing her to him and bending down to lay an openmouthed kiss on her shoulder. “This flavor is delicious.”
She shivered, her thoughts shifting from the worries for tomorrow to all the possibilities for tonight. When Dominik peeled off her dress and let it fall to the floor, her pulse sped up. He picked up the wrist cuffs he’d removed earlier and left on the nightstand, then crooked his finger.
Inching closer to him, she offered up her wrists.
“Very soon, we will find a collar to match these.” Dominik secured the cuffs around her wrists. “You will be fully restrained tonight, but with a hard enough tug, these will give.”
Nodding, she took a moment to admire the way the cuffs looked on her wrists. They were snug enough that she could only slip a single finger under them, made of quality leather that was downy soft on the inside. The color of red wine with an intricate tooled pattern. But beautiful as they were, it was the weight of them on her wrists that she loved the most.
Dominik led her over to the closed door with the black straps. He clipped her wrist cuffs to a metal clip above her head on the thin ones, then lengthened the thicker ones and secured the padded loops around her upper thighs.
“Feet parted. Very pretty.” His soothing tone was deep with approval. “I will put the blindfold on you. And a small gag. It may be uncomfortable at first, but I need silence so I won’t miss any of the instructions.”
Instructions? She frowned at him as he grabbed a small black ball gag from the bag and returned to her.
He grinned. “I won’t take your ability to hear just yet, so you’ll understand soon enough.”
The gag tasted awful, but the worst thing was not being able to ask him what the little pink rubber starfish he had was for. She really should have taken a look at what he had in that bag. He might have gotten rid of most of his sex toys when he’d questioned his desire to be in the lifestyle, but he’d certainly have no trouble restocking his collection.
He grabbed his tape from his sports bag. “This squeaks, so it will be taped to your hand. We wouldn’t want you to drop it. One squeak for yellow. Multiple for red—unless I’m asking you a direct question. Then one for yes and two for no. Understood?”
All right, that sounded good. She still had a way to communicate with him. She squeezed the starfish once.
“Perfect.” He brought the blindfold up to cover her eyes. A knock sounded at the door. “And excellent timing.”
Who the hell is that? She swallowed hard, recalling his question about adding another Dom. Since she couldn’t see, she’d have no idea who it was. Unless they spoke.
Of course, they would speak, wouldn’t they? Dominik hadn’t done anything to stop her from hearing. And he’d want to make sure she was comfortable with whomever…
No, he’d expect her to trust him. To submit to whomever he trusted enough to bring into their bedroom.
She didn’t really like the idea of anyone else touching her, but this wasn’t about what she wanted. Maybe Dominik needed to bring another Master in to experience a threesome without the loss he’d experienced in the past. He didn’t share, but Doms had so many different reasons for sceneing with others.
Accepting his felt natural. She forced herself to steady her breaths and calm her racing pulse. She heard the footsteps coming closer. More than two sets.
At least she wasn’t naked. Yet.
“Mon Dieu, doesn’t she look pretty like that.” The voice was familiar, but she couldn’t place it as her heart started pounding, despite all her efforts to relax. “We need to pick up some of those straps. They’re perfect for traveling.”
Sahara’s brain finally caught up with what was happening.
The Dom was Landon Bower. Silver’s fiancé.
No. Hell no!
Shaking her head, she squeezed the starfish over and over and over.
* * * *
Dominik knew exactly why Sahara was squeaking “red,” but he still immediately removed the gag, making a hushing sound when he saw she was panting. He hadn’t expected her to have such a strong reaction—maybe he should have. She was nothing if not loyal, and she had a terrible habit of expecting the worst.
“Deep breaths, pet. Talk to me.”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t. If you need to have a threesome, I’ll let it happen, but please, not with him. Silver will hate me.” She took a deep breath, automatically following his orders even though she still sounded panicked. “There’s no way she’s okay with this.”
True, Silver wasn’t the type to accept her Doms playing with anyone else. He’d even overheard a few rumors about her initial insecurities with Bower and Richter exploring their sexual attraction to one another.
But what he found interesting was the way Sahara said she would “let it happen” if he wanted a threesome. She would submit to whomever he chose to add to their scenes—barring a man in a relationship—but sex with two men wasn’t something she wanted or needed.
He wouldn’t lie. That pleased him.
“Bower’s here to show me a few tricks, pet. He won’t touch you at all.” He grinned when she let out a sigh of relief. Behind him, both Bower and Richter chuckled.
“Oh. Then I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“No need to be sorry. I should have anticipated your reaction.” He kissed her cheek. “If it helps, Dean is here as well. I doubt he’d be comfortable watching you and me play with his man.”
Sh
e giggled, completely at ease now. “You never know. Max would enjoy it.”
Cheeky. He grinned, happy to see the unpleasant surprise hadn’t ruined their scene.
Richter cleared his throat. “I’m here because neither Dominik nor Silver are comfortable with Landon touching you. If you’re going to be cheeky, we might discuss how a flogger doesn’t count.”
Sahara pressed her teeth into her bottom lip. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Many Doms weren’t comfortable with other Masters disciplining their subs, but considering how often Dominik had dealt with Silver at the club as Dungeon Monitor, it seemed only fair. Besides, if he was going to bring Sahara to the club, she’d have to learn how to interact with the Masters there.
Thankfully, Richter seemed satisfied, so Dominik wouldn’t have to put his plans on hold to watch Sahara being flogged.
Instead, she could spend a few moments wondering what the hell he and the other two Doms were up to.
“Feeling better now, pet? I can put the gag back in and we can continue, or I can release you and—”
“No, Sir. I’m good, Sir. We can continue.” The edges of her lips were twitching, like she was trying very hard not to smile. “Please.”
Replacing the gag, Dominik ran his knuckles down her cheek to comfort her, then turned to Richter and Bower. They were speaking low and Bower laughed at something Richter said. He reached for Richter’s tie.
“If you think I’m sitting here half naked while you’re fully dressed, you’ve gotten too many pucks to the head, Landon.” Richter shoved Bower’s hands away and stood. “Lose the T-shirt.”
This should be interesting. Dominik folded his arms over his chest and watched the big goalie peel off his black T-shirt. There was nothing submissive about the gesture, or the expectant look he gave Richter after tossing his shirt on the bed.
“Come on, Dean.” Bower hooked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. “Don’t be shy.”
“Fuck off.” Dean shook his head and sighed, loosening his tie. He muttered something to himself, then pulled it off and removed his black suit jacket. “I’ve never been on the receiving end of a demonstration. Do not rush me.”
“I’ve never asked you to be on the receiving end of anything other than a blow job. Play nice and maybe we can negotiate one for later.”
Both Richter and Sahara inhaled sharply. Dominik inspected the carpet near the foot of the bed. Sahara had missed a few spots when she vacuumed.
“We’ve got Mason blushing. Let’s get this over with. I can show him plenty with just your shirt off.” Bower set the large metal case he’d brought with him on the bed beside Richter as the other man removed his white dress shirt. “I have a fresh set of electrodes you can use, and there’s two different kinds of gel. We’ll stick with simple stimulation this time, but if you enjoy it, I’m doing a demo at the club this summer.”
Dominik nodded, relieved that they were getting to the actual instructions. He didn’t have issues with man-on-man action, but Richter was his boss, and he tried not to think too much about what he and the team’s star goalie did in the bedroom. Their interactions were making it difficult not to get a very clear mental picture.
“I won’t suck his dick in front of you, Mason. Don’t worry.” Bower slapped Dominik’s shoulder and grinned. “Now, see how hard his nipples are?”
Richter snorted and braced his hands behind him on the bed. “Landon, stop toying with the poor man. You’re edging on sadistic pleasure at his discomfort.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Bower picked up the gel and squirted it right on Richter’s chest. His lips slanted in a crooked smile when Richter cursed. “Putting the gel directly on the electrodes is less messy, but the reaction from the cold can be enjoyable.”
The lesson continued, first with nipple stimulation, which had Richter breathing hard and fisting his hands in the duvet. Bower explained all the safety rules as he raised the voltage. Once he’d reached a certain level, Richter’s back bowed and he yanked the electrodes off his chest and punched Bower in the stomach.
Not hard enough to do any damage, but enough to show his displeasure. He glared at the younger man. “You’re going to fucking pay for that. He doesn’t need a demonstration of how the TENS can be used for punishment.”
“Sorry, man. I got carried away.” Bower smirked, then shoved Richter onto his back on the bed. “I’ll be gentler.”
Dominik wasn’t sure if the two men would fight, or fuck, when they returned to their room, but he was damn eager to try the electric stimulation on Sahara. He checked on her as Bower unzipped Richter’s pants—despite the GM’s protests—and was pleased to see she was enjoying the auditory stimulus. Her cheeks were bright pink and she appeared to be paying very close attention to the two other men’s exchange.
Bower glanced over at Dominik, drawing his attention back to the demo. He had four electrodes set in a wide square on Richter’s pelvis. “Normally, with a man, I would suggest this formation on his ass, but I won’t push it. I like my balls where they are.” He chuckled when Richter grunted at him. “But if you remember what I said about how the electricity pulses in the muscles, you’ll find sensitive spots all over the body can be toyed with.”
This time, Bower kept the setting reasonably low, but it was still enough to make Richter’s muscles contract and release. Richter’s erection strained against his pants. He slammed his fist on the bed.
“Enough.” Richter inhaled roughly when Bower removed all the electrodes. “I hope this has been helpful, but I’m done. Come to the club demo. Silver will be the victim on display and she rather enjoys it. I don’t.”
Once Richter had his shirt back on and buttoned up, Dominik held out his hand. “I appreciate both your help. Thank you. And I’ll see you before the game tomorrow.”
Richter inclined his head as he shook Dominik’s hand. “Enjoy your night.”
The GM left without another word while Bower was still cleaning up his equipment. Dominik frowned when the other man handed him a pack of fresh electrodes.
“Hey, don’t worry. We’re good. He probably wishes I was a sub so he could beat my ass.” Bower stretched his arms over his head and cracked his knuckles. “But he’ll forgive me by the end of the night.”
“That’s good to hear.” Dominik latched on to Bower’s hand and pulled him in for a quick hug. “Thanks again. From both of us.”
After seeing Bower out, Dominik grabbed a chair from beside the small table and brought it to the bedroom. Placing it beside Sahara, he watched her from the corner of his eye, assessing whether or not she was prepared for the actual scene.
Her breathing was steady, her muscles were relaxed, and there was a peaceful expression on her face. She knew what was going to happen since she’d heard all of Bower’s instructions.
And she wasn’t worried.
Bower’s demonstration on how the TENS could be used for punishment was interesting, but Dominik wanted it to be a tool of pleasure with Sahara. He might spank her for discipline, but on the whole, he’d avoid pain as a penalty. Pain could add a nice edge to pleasure, and he hoped they could explore that at some point. But he’d have to be careful with his approach.
He attached the fresh electrodes and covered them with gel, one at a time. Once he’d laid them all on the chair, he placed his hands on Sahara’s sides, stroking her warm flesh as he kissed her shoulder. “We’re alone, sunshine. I’m going to take off your bra, then put the electrodes on you. They shouldn’t be too cold since the gel is already on them.”
She smiled and nodded.
“I will increase the voltage very, very slowly. Just for this, we’ll change what the squeaks mean. One tells me the bite of electricity is reaching your limit. Several means I’ve gone too far. Which shouldn’t happen.” He reached behind her to remove her bra. Then decided he was an idiot. He’d left it on to give her a sense of modesty in front of Bower and Richter, but stripping a cuffed sub wasn’t very practical.
Cutting t
he straps wasn’t an option, since she’d mentioned she only had two bras. He could simply lift her breasts out of the cups, but would that be comfortable?
He’d ask, but she was settled nicely into a passive headspace. He felt along the straps, then found a spot where the hook of the strap could be removed.
There we go. Not so difficult if you use your brain, Mason.
Fine, he felt like an idiot, but at least his fumbling hadn’t been noticed. Sahara wiggled as her bra came off, sticking out her chest as though aching to be touched.
He stroked both her breasts, eager to get started. But one thing still worried him.
The TENS would be a good tool to experiment with, but he had no idea of the sensation. He’d experienced the lick of the flogger and the whip. He’d been struck with a paddle and a cane. But he’d never had electricity used on him. Even for an injury. He’d been lucky.
“A few more minutes and we’ll begin, my sunny girl.” He picked up two of the pads, recalling Bower’s instructions, and placed them on his forearm. The gel had warmed to room temperature and the thumb-sized pads looked harmless.
He turned the knob on the TENS. Felt nothing.
A little more and there was a slight buzz. He watched the numbers as he increased the pulse. Then the voltage.
Finally, the pulse was high enough that his muscles tensed on their own. A bit more and his whole hand closed. More.
Too much. He ground his teeth and quickly lowered the voltage. The pain was different, like a sharp jolt which had made his muscles jerk. He left the electrodes on at a bearable level and checked the numbers on the display. Sahara might not be able to take even this much, but at least he had an idea of the sensation.
He put a fresh dab of gel on the pads and carefully placed them on either side of her nipples. Then he did the same with the other two pads.
Sahara twitched, even though the pulse wasn’t even turned on. His girl was a little nervous.
Grinning, he kissed her cheek. This is going to be fun.
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