Truly Helpless: A Nature of Desire Series Novel

by Joey W. Hill

  She had coached him closely on the differences between the teas, how their origins and preparation impacted the taste; which ones could be enhanced by milk and sweeteners, or the foods, as she’d just said. His Mistress rose to her feet, tugging his hair, and he took a steadying breath. Right. Time to get back to it.

  But Lyda had something to say first. “Lady Regina,” she said. “It appears your sub’s trousers are soiled from his thorough clean-up of the floor. Might he discard them? And I particularly like being served by a barefoot slave.”

  Marius lifted his head and saw his Mistress’s eyes light with warmth at her friend’s way of switching things to a better footing. A wave of sensual laughter ran through the room and expectant eyes turned to Regina.

  “An excellent point, Mistress Lyda. Marius, remove shoes, socks and trousers and put them here beside me.”

  “Not everything?” Lisette queried, amused disappointment in her voice. The Domme in her well-tended sixties had her dyed blond hair drawn back in a smooth chignon that worked well with the snug skirt and blouse she’d worn. She’d given Marius particularly thorough workouts in the past.

  “Erect appendages knocking over tea cups or dipping into sugar bowls don’t meet health code requirements,” Marguerite said demurely. The comment set off peals of laughter, which broke into resumed conversations and restored the earlier mood.

  He rose, removed the trousers, socks and shoes, and brought them to his Mistress, crossing the ground in his dark, snug brief shorts only. The cock harness beneath it didn’t do a great job minimizing his reaction to his Mistress’s command, which only added fuel to the mirth over Marguerite’s comment. A wolf whistle came from one of the tables. He was a bit mortified to find himself blushing, something he never did, but it seemed to give all of them pleasure.

  His Mistress closed one hand over his on the clothes, and reached up to hook her fingers in his collar, which she’d of course required him to wear today. She increased her grip on his throat, a move that shot straight to his cock.

  “Sweet boy,” she murmured, and he had all he needed to proceed. Her approval.

  Over the next two hours, he worked hard to meet their needs. They were demanding, keeping him busy. But unlike Tia, there was no pettiness or hostility. It humbled him, the respect they were showing his Mistress, and the kindness they were offering him.

  Forgiveness. It was a balm over the raw place Tia had opened, and they were all administering it, with every even-handed command and some sparse but sincere praise when he performed to their expectations. It made him work all the harder for them. When they at last adjourned to take the party to the club, he was worried, but even more determined to do whatever Regina would require of him, to show her and these Mistresses who he truly was, what kind of sub he could be for Regina.

  He’d worked quickly to handle clean up, which went faster than he expected because he found out Marguerite had excused him from dish duty. With a wink and quick grin, Chloe had shooed him off, explaining that the Mistress of Tea Leaves hadn’t gone easy on him by letting him out of the task.

  “Washing her delicate tea sets requires special training. It’s a huge badge of honor, to be trusted with it. She still does certain ones herself.”

  So he took himself off to The Zone. The Mistresses, including his own, had gone on ahead, carpooling to keep a festive atmosphere. Once there, though, he was more relieved than expected to find Regina waiting for him in the foyer. Maybe she’d known he would feel somewhat uptight about crossing the threshold for the first time since Siren had trapped him in the cage. He could do it; it was just nice to see her there.

  She pressed herself to him for a warm kiss, reassuring him and restoking his confidence with one gesture. “Follow me,” she said, and turned to lead the way.

  She brought him to the main playroom. “Strip,” she commanded, and pointed to a bench with adjustable side pieces. “Then lay down on that, face up.”

  The bench had adjustable side pieces. She strapped his calves to those pieces and raised them, tying him down so he looked like he was sitting in a chair, only he was on his back and his knees were bent and thighs spread so his cock, balls and ass were vulnerable and exposed.

  She even strapped down his head to keep it motionless at the end of the bench. The bench had separate pieces, so she could tip his head and neck down. A much better angle to provide oral pleasuring, which gave him an idea of what she had in mind.

  During that process, some of the panic he’d felt when he realized Siren had him trapped returned, but his Mistress picked up on it, stroking him and making eye contact often, reminding him this was not that. In case he wasn’t completely aware of it, when she was done binding him, she bent to speak softly in his ear.

  “There’s nothing you can do to disappoint me, Marius. Safe word if you need it. You will only fail me if you don’t care for yourself the way I require you to do.”

  Yeah, everything began and ended with her. And maybe, at a deeper level, with himself. The counselor had implied the same a few times and he’d shied away from it. He shied away from it now, but that didn’t mean her insistence that he keep himself safe didn’t help steady him.

  “Ladies?” Regina drew their attention without much effort, since they’d been milling around, sipping their wine and watching her restrain her naked sub with frank gazes of appreciation. “I see some of you have asked your subs to join you here, as we indicated would be welcome. While you well may be occupying yourself with them during our lovely couple hours of private time here at The Zone, may I please extend the use of my sub’s extremely capable mouth to you as an added perk?”

  With a series of sultry movements, she loosened the hold of the elbow-length black glove on her right hand and skimmed it off her elegant limb. Sliding her now bare palm along Marius’s side, she reached his face, traced his lips. As he parted them, she dipped her fingers inside and he automatically sucked on those slim digits, teasing them with his tongue. It scrambled his brains and made him care less that some of the subs gathered around were smug-looking males.

  “You’re welcome to straddle his face and let him give you pleasure. While he does that, you may also play with his body as you wish, with the exception of penetration. And no male/male play.” She tossed the audience a feline smile. “As hot as I’m sure we’d all find it to watch, it’s one of my sub’s hard limits.”

  She bent and kissed his mouth. It took him by surprise, but he caught up fast, tasting and tangling with her wet heat as much as she’d let him before she drew back a few inches and studied him. The black bra and hold of the red satin dress gave him a sweet view of her generous breasts, but her dark, rich eyes were what mesmerized him. “Make me proud, sweet boy,” she said quietly. “Every time a Mistress puts her cunt to your mouth tonight, I will fuck you afterward with a nice, oversized strap-on. When I get tired, as I’m sure I will, because all these Mistresses look like they plan on using your mouth, I have a fucking machine standing by to take up the slack for me. But I’ll never be farther than a yard from you all night long. Understand?”

  “Yes. Fuck.” He stared up at her. How had she known that was the part that had worried him the most? He wanted something else, too, and was concerned it made him seem weak to ask, but he did it anyway. “Could…when the other Mistresses are using me, could you be touching me some way? So I can feel you?”

  For all that asking made him feel like a total coward, her reaction flipped that over and made him feel like a hero. Framing his face with both hands, she put her lips on his, this time a slow, lingering kiss that spun out and snared him in a web of her making. One he embraced. His cock and heart jumped as she gripped his collar, holding it tight.

  “Yes.”

  Slapping his stiff and cruelly harnessed cock, pinching him, using impact play toys on him… Whatever kink pleased each Mistress was explored, though all under Regina’s watchful eye.

  The night Siren had set him up, he’d come to the club so full o
f himself, so certain about handling his own shit without actually handling it. Now that he was, he realized the two feelings were all the difference between what was on the surface of the earth and what lay beneath it. It was a tough road, but he had a couple good reasons to walk it.

  The first reason was the one that jumped to his mind first, last and always—his Mistress. She knew how to torture him on every level, break him open so it was a true punishment, his suffering evident to all of them. A few weeks ago, she’d compelled him to tell her what position made him feel the most vulnerable and foolish. This was it, making him feel like a damn baby in a crib, getting his diaper changed. So of course that was the position she chose to fuck him and allow others to watch or enjoy his discomfort…or his tongue and lips.

  Having her orchestrate so much of his torment was an inescapable reminder this was more than making amends. He was serving her will, always. Despite the humiliation, he’d gotten aroused again and again. Not when a woman shoved her cunt in his mouth, but when his Mistress fucked him, or watched him give oral, or touched him with trailing fingertips, reminding him everything he did was at her command.

  When the night was over, he was sore and raw everywhere. He also had the worst case of blue balls he thought he’d ever experienced, since of course he wasn’t permitted to climax. With the invaluable assistance of the cock harness, his Mistress had stopped short of every near miss that happened when fucking him or letting the machine do so.

  But that didn’t matter. He’d pleased her, he could tell. She unstrapped him, bade him get dressed. After he did that, he knelt at her feet, head bowed, as she made her farewells. He registered some good words about him from the Mistresses, but no one addressed him directly. That was fine, because he wanted to stay in full submission mode with her, his cock, heart and soul all of one mind in their focus on her.

  He had to follow her home, and the separation was as painful as the dig of the harness. When they cleared the doorway, he dropped back to his knees, his head bowed and knuckles of one hand pressed to the floor. “Mistress.”

  “You’re deep in a functional kind of subspace, aren’t you?” she mused in a purr. “What do you want to do for me, sweet boy?”

  “Everything. I want my mouth between your legs. I didn’t want my mouth on anyone but you tonight. Please, Mistress.” He was begging for the privilege of giving her a climax before tending to any of his own needs. Begging in a hoarse voice, throat and chest aching with all the emotions she’d summoned from him today. And given him.

  She made an approving hum, but when she moved her foot so the toe of her shoe prodded and stroked up his engorged cock, he choked back a groan. “Mother of God,” she breathed at his size. “Follow me.”

  He followed her to her room. Another time, perhaps she would have drawn it out, for both of them, but the whole night had been an erotic feast, and she’d only let herself come once or twice herself. It was clear she wanted him all to herself, to let the full strength of a satisfying climax take her. He could help with that. He was the only damn male he ever wanted to have that honor again. If any guy thought differently, he could remove a few limbs to prove a point.

  Mine, mine, mine.

  Hers. Totally fucking hers.

  She’d taken off both gloves at the club, and now she unwrapped the satin dress, let it whisper off her skin to the floor. He devoured her with his eyes as she unhooked the black bra and shimmied out of the panties. When she put one knee on the bed, she was briefly on the mattress on all fours, a position that made his brain lock up entirely and his body howl with savage needs. She tossed her hair over one shoulder, and sent him the kind of look a lioness would have.

  “You’d like to take me like this, wouldn’t you?”

  He nodded, his fists starting to clench. He made them stop, but from the light in her eyes, he could tell she registered his animal hunger.

  She turned, slid under the covers and then lifted them, inviting him under with a pointed look down her body. “Come impress me,” she said, with a feline smile and heated eyes. “And then you can have whatever you want.”

  He obeyed. For the next blissful, endless time, he was buried under the soft covers of her bed, his arms curled over her spread thighs as he laid on his stomach and dedicated himself to her pleasure. Licking, nipping, stabbing into her folds. Stroking her legs and stomach with his hands that she miraculously seemed to love, despite their roughness.

  But in the end, she didn’t want him to bring her to climax with his mouth. And though he believed she would let him take her from behind, that wasn’t what she wanted right now, either. Face to face, heart to heart; that was her desire.

  She gripped his shoulders, his hair, telling him to come lay fully upon her. Clamping her hands firmly on his ass, she wrapped her legs high on his back and pulled him inside her. A groan tore from her that matched his.

  “Fuck me, sweet boy. Hard and deep. Keep it going."

  He did, thrusting inside her cunt until they released together, with harsh cries. When she demanded the answer this time to what was the most important thing for him to remember, now and always, he didn’t think at all. He just said the simple truth.

  “I’m yours. All yours, Mistress.”

  He could die without complaint. Or, for the first time in his life, the unbearable pain of regret.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Marius’s mind returned to the present as he paused in the archway to the social room. He found her without any difficulty, and not just because she usually favored the horseshoe booth which could accommodate her, Lyda, Marguerite, Lisette and Violet most comfortably for their regular get-togethers in The Zone lounge.

  She was a total cock tease tonight, even more than usual. Wet black latex from ankle to waist, and a velvet vest over it that had a deep plunge neckline and mesh sides that hinted at the swells of her breasts. Her boots were needle stilettos with tiny little ankle chains strung with several glittering red gemstones. She had matching tiny red beads dangling from her earlobes.

  He’d put those on her tonight. He’d also helped her dress as she’d required, only allowed to touch her as was necessary to prepare her. After he’d zipped the boot over her latex clad leg, she’d angled the sharp heel and pressed it into his testicles, accessible to her because he was naked, kneeling and knees spread so she could play with him as she desired. Sometimes he wore clothes at home, sometimes he didn’t. It was up to her, and earlier tonight had been a no-clothes night. That usually meant she was in the mood to be extra demanding and domineering.

  Since he’d committed to a three-hour shift at The Zone, it had only increased his anticipation, thinking about what she might require from him when his work was done. He came to her now, kneeling at her side without interrupting her conversation. Her hand dropped onto the back of his neck, sliding under the strap of his collar to hold it and let him feel the pressure of her ownership. Whenever he was away from her for any length of time, he always felt a release of tension at the vital reconnection.

  “Shep, Tyler’s partner, is finalizing the gladiator night protocol,” Marguerite was saying. “Men or women fighters permitted, certain rules to prevent serious injury, but it would be primal play. Winner fucks the loser in whatever manner that winner’s Dom wants. Oral, ass, genitals, etc. Obviously, the participants would be subs without hard limits involving those conditions.”

  “That would be a hell of a sight,” Violet said, a purr in her voice. “If it stays manageable. Things can already get pretty intense in primal play.”

  “Well, Tyler’s thinking is that Marius has a lot of experience in fighting, so if he wanted the extra pay, he could be the referee and call it if things are getting too out of hand. And they’d have the usual DMs watching to help break things up if needed.” Regina ran her fingers along the hair at his nape. “What do you think, sweet boy? You have my permission to talk.”

  He’d stiffened at the initial mention of it. He didn’t want her to order him to fight. He�
�d realized that the fighting was his way of purging his demons, battling them back, but the violence that swamped him during it had often kept him firmly in their grasp. But as he realized that wasn’t what was being expected of him, he relaxed, and chided himself for thinking she would feel otherwise.

  “I could do that, Mistress,” he said. He turned his face to nuzzle her, kiss the soft underside of her forearm. When he tested her, using some tongue, she tugged his hair a little harder. “Don’t push. Else I’ll slap a cock harness on you.”

  Which she also knew only made his dick jump to higher attention. He wanted to serve her. He wanted the other Mistresses to go about their business so he could do what he’d wanted to do all night. To bring her to screaming, clawing orgasm with his mouth, his cock, his hands, his submission…whatever got her off, he wanted to be the source and the drive for it. If that made him a selfish bastard, a pushy bottom, he was okay with that, because if it was wrong, she’d make him pay for it. And he was okay with that, too. So he muttered his response. An infraction, but soft enough that it wasn’t intended to challenge her. Just goad her and give her an excuse to be even tougher with him.

  “Promises, promises.”

  She sighed, but he caught the quirk at the corners of her lips. “Have to take this pain in the ass in hand. See you later, ladies.”

  “Need any help?” Mistress Lisette examined her nails. “That post tea-party event was very memorable. Wouldn’t mind a repeat.”

  “Not tonight,” she said. “Tonight I want him all to myself.”

  “Selfish bitch,” Violet said, laughter in her voice.

  “Yeah, like you share. Mac has been off the market to anyone since you claimed his fine ass. Don’t want to hear any BS about my selfishness.”

  “It’s what happens when you ladies get all monogamous,” Lisette said, chuckling. “Since she has two subs, I’d ask Lyda to support me on this, but she’s almost as possessive with them as you two are with your one-man shows.”