“Yes, please.”
“You’re sure?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
“Sure, as in being completely honest with me?”
“As in 100% honest and truly green this time, Master.”
Sean searched her face for shadows of doubt or disinclination, finding none, he nodded. “So be it. We’ll proceed as a trio.” His hand came up and replaced her blindfold.
“Yellow, Master.”
He paused, his eyes flashing to Adele. The blindfold came off again.
“What is it, Mara?”
“Um, Mistress doesn’t really have a quirt and an enormous plug, does she?”
Their eyes shot to Adele, who flushed. Apparently, she did. Sean nearly busted a gut trying to suppress his laughter.
“My directive for Adele today was no penetration. All parts are fair game, but no fingers, vibes or huge strap-ons or plugs admitted. That was my limit.”
She blinked up at him. “Thank you, Lucky—I mean Master, and with that I’m back to green.”
“I’ll always take care of you, baby. Remember that.” Leaning in, he planted a soft, tender kiss on her lips. “I’m also very proud of you for using your safeword.” He slipped the blindfold back down as he instructed, “Concentrate on me, sweet sub, while you obey your Mistress.”
“Yes, Master.” She exhaled breathlessly.
“Adele, what flogger would you recommend for warming up our reluctant submissive?”
“The suede, Master Sean.”
“And for punishment?”
Mara frowned behind her blindfold. “What did I do?”
“Safewords are not only for physical discomfort, Mara. They are to be used for emotional distress as well. When you are feeling frightened, insecure or not getting anything out of a scene after almost an hour, for example. Is that clear?”
“Perfectly.”
“Select a paddle, Adele.” He then released Mara’s restraints from the bar above her head. They’d been there for too long. He took the time to rub the circulation back into her fingers and adjust the tightness of her cuffs. “Looser with the cuffs next time,” he warned his student.
“Yes, sir. I thought I had checked them.”
“Once isn’t enough. Check, re-check, and if you reposition check again. Air temperature and the sub’s body heat can also make the leather expand and contract. Twisting and pulling can make them slip as well. If you learn nothing else from me, rookie, its safety first. We want no injuries that would necessitate a trip to the ER or cause damage with long term effects, would we?”
“Absolutely not.” Adele nodded. “I won’t neglect that ever again, Master Sean.”
“Very well. Moving on. Let’s switch positions so her arms aren’t over her head, maybe the bench or the bondage table. Whatever your preference, you are the director of this scene.”
“I should like to give her a long flogging over the saw horse I think.”
“Proceed then, Mistress.”
With a discerning eye, he watched as Adele led Mara over to the horse. She cuffed her ankles to the base of the inverted V, knees bent forward slightly, her trunk resting lengthwise atop the upper board, wrists bound low on the opposite side. After Adele checked and re-checked the restraints, she moved behind Mara. Grabbing her hips, she pulled her backward until her pussy was free of the horse, on full display for both his and the Mistress’s enjoyment.
Adele rechecked the restraints while he walked the length of the horse, his hand lightly tracing his subs bound form.
“Very nice positioning,” Sean praised.
His gaze lingered on her upraised ass, the skin stretched taut by the sharp angle. With her legs spread wide, the tender skin of her inner thighs was exposed and would feel the occasional swipe of Adele’s flogger. His trainee also had access to much more if she felt bold enough to land a few swats on Mara’s glistening slit.
Looking on, his thoughts turned to the limit list and how she had struggled with her answers. Groups activities in particular. As always, he felt possessive and this little scene was bumping up against his own limits. Even during the planning, he had been restrictive and precise. Right now, this was all he was willing to share—strictly supervised touching—and only with a woman. He didn’t know if he’d ever allow more.
Moving to the other side of the horse, he tried to regain his focus as he finished his circuit around Mara. He paused only once to make an adjustment, a minor thing really and more of a preference on his part.
As he bent over her back, his hands smoothed and shifted her breasts so that the globes dangled temptingly on either side of the four-inch top rail. After doing so, he rolled the taut buds as he glanced up at Adele. “Clamps on these beauties would be nice.” Giving a firm pinch, he smiled as Mara’s head came up and she purred, long and low like a contented cat.
“Next time.” With another pinch and roll, he stood, his lips grazing her shoulder before he moved away. Continuing his inspection, his hand swept to her spread thighs, testing her readiness for himself. “You’re drenched. I believe you’re getting into it now, aren’t you?”
“God, yes.”
The splat of an open hand meeting aroused wet flesh resonated through the room.
“Master! God, yes, Master!” she quickly corrected.
With a hum of approval, Sean patted her pussy lightly. He sent a nod to Adele that it was time to carry on. As he walked to take his place near her head, he heard the whoosh and thwap of the flogger tails move into action.
His fingers stroked her hair as the novice worked a ruby red suede flogger over her ass. He’d had two practice sessions with Adele on technique, but this was her first live subject. She was tentative. Sean waited through several more lashes, but the intensity wasn’t increasing after the initial cautious strokes.
“Harder,” he encouraged, his hand tightening in Mara’s hair. “Give it a good snap. You can take more, can’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” she sighed as if getting a massage rather than a flogging, “much more.”
The suede tails swung faster. Mara’s groans appeared to give Adele more confidence and soon the tails were snapping rhythmically over the cheeks of her lovely round ass. His eyes sought Adele who was glowing with satisfaction now that the scene had turned around.
After a particularly solid thwap, another throaty cry rose from Mara. It seemed a good time to drive home his lesson. With his free hand beneath her chin, he angled her head up and swept off the annoying blindfold. Its purpose to decrease her anxiety that another was dominating her had failed and he wanted to see her response as it played out in her beautiful eyes.
“Tell Mistress Adele what you will say if it becomes too much or if you need a break.”
“Yellow, Master.”
“And if you need to stop altogether?”
“Red. But please don’t stop, Mistress. It feels wonderful.”
“Very good, Mara, but you’re Mistress will decide when to stop.” Sean nodded at the Domme. “Harder, I think, Adele. In repayment for being somewhat difficult with you earlier.”
Really into it now, Adele let the flogger fly, connecting low on Mara’s ass, right above her thigh with a loud thwap. Mara’s head flew back on a sharply inhaled breath.
“Perfect, Adele. That is the response we want.”
“Color, Mara,” this came from Adele.
“Gloriously green, Mistress,” was Mara’s throaty reply.
Enjoying himself immensely, he decided there was no sense letting his sub and trainee have all the fun. He quickly unbuttoned his fly and gave her something to occupy her lovely mouth.
“Suck me, nightingale,” he ordered.
Greedily, she took him inside. In one glide, she had him to the back of her throat as if she would swallow him whole.
“Easy. We’ve got plenty of time.”
“I thought the room was only booked until four,” Adele replied.
Sean glared at her, communicating his d
ispleasure silently. Mara didn’t need to know that they would end the scene within the next fifteen minutes because another couple had it reserved after them.
“Sorry,” she mouthed at him silently.
He shook his head, planning to talk to her later about following the senior Dom’s lead when co-topping a scene. Fully aware of the time restriction, he advised, “Mara’s punishment should begin about now, Adele.”
The flogger landed twice more before Adele stopped and assessed her sub’s skin.
“Beautiful. She’s pink and glowing, but no welts or signs of bruises. You are a very fortunate Master to have a sub who can take the lash so well.”
“I wholeheartedly agree.”
Adele glanced up at him, obviously hearing the strain in his voice. While they spoke, Mara had continued working his cock without a split-second pause. She was damn good at it, flicking and swirling her tongue while maintaining incredible suction. He inhaled deeply, trying to maintain his focus.
“What paddle have you selected, Adele?”
What she held up wasn’t actually a paddle; it was a slapper. A foot of pliable but firm leather, it had two other graduated lengths that when applied to Mara’s pert ass would sting like fire and sound like a cannon blast to her ears. It added an extra layer of psychological intensity to the play. He nodded his approval holding up one finger. It was a prearranged indication for Adele to start out nice and easy to see how she would respond. Five fingers would be a full scale, no holds barred punishment and was not going to happen on his sub’s rear. Not today, or ever.
“How many do you recommend, Master Sean?”
“I don’t usually set an arbitrary number. I know when she’s had enough. Let’s see if you recognize the signs as well.”
Nodding, Adele stepped to the side, ready to apply the first stroke. Judiciously, he withdrew from her mouth. With a new and fairly strict punishment tool, he didn’t want to end up in the ER for stitches if she should startle and clamp down on the first blow.
The Mistress brought the strap down with a fierce pop, the sound obliterating all other noise except the shrill sound of Mara’s scream. Adele froze, glancing from her only slightly pink cheeks to Sean’s face in alarm.
“I didn’t think I hit her that hard,” she began.
He held up his hand for silence. Crouching in front of Mara, as Adele looked on with concern, Sean brushed back the mass of copper strands that obscured her face. Her eyes appeared wider than Adele’s and thankfully, were filled with surprise, not pain.
“I’m green, Master,” she rushed to reassure before he could ask. She tipped her face up, her cheeks flaming red. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scream, but it was a shock. Imagine expecting the nice, normal crack of a paddle on your ass, but getting the sonic boom of an M80 instead. The scream kind of slipped out.”
Adele burst into laughter, a mixture of amusement and relief by the sound of it. Sean leaned in and pressed his lips to her forehead, this was reminiscent of his Mara of old. Warmth and joy swept through him, giving him hope.
“A smart ass remark deserves an ass smarting with marks later, don’t you think, Mara-mine?”
She giggled in answer, while shaking her head no at the same time.
“Resume, Adele.”
He rose and filled her mouth again, guiding his cock deep as his hand sank into the hair at the back of her head. “And keep it up until one of us comes.”
Straightaway, she landed stroke after unambiguous stroke all over her captive’s ass while Sean fucked her mouth. He didn’t know how many leather swats fell, but it wasn’t long before he heard Mara’s groan. Each time the strap fell, she hummed, the vibration radiating from her throat along the head of his cock, down his shaft to his balls where a familiar tingling forewarned of an impending release.
With little remaining on their time, he didn’t hold back, allowing his climax to build. He was ready to blow in minutes. Carefully, he drove into her feeling the moment of no return come upon him.
“Get ready for me, Mara,” he growled. That was her one and only warning as with a guttural cry, he splashed hotly down the back of her throat. “Yeah, baby,” he groaned in harsh praise as she worked to take it all, “swallow every drop.”
Following his instructions, Adele stopped when he came. Stepping back, they both watched as Mara’s body undulated within her restraints, her hips jerking against the horse, clearly in need.
“Should I get a vibe and finish her?”
Sean pulled his sensitized cock from Mara’s relentless mouth as he considered the young woman’s question. He also noticed that Adele appeared a bit distracted now. Their session nearing its end, she kept glancing toward the door, as if urgently wanting to leave and be someplace else, or with somebody else.
“I’ve got it from here, Adele.”
Her face broke into a broad smile as she whirled to pack up and depart.
“Next time, bring her with you,” he advised.
She turned back, color in her cheeks. “I’m that obvious? I didn’t mean to seem rushed.”
“Not at all. I think Mara and I just proved how easy it is to get lost in the one we love.”
She grinned, then turned pensive. “A foursome, I’ve never— How would that work?”
“There are many ways, which we can discuss later at length, but parallel play will be best, I believe. We’ll work our girls simultaneously, but separate.”
“Mara wouldn’t mind?”
They both looked to the sub in question who was practically vibrating with unfulfilled need atop the horse.
“As long as my Master is there, I’m all in, Mistress Adele.”
“Excellent. I’ll talk to Clarissa about it.” She looked down at a very aroused and distinctly frustrated Mara. “What about aftercare?”
“I think I can manage.”
Again, the tall blonde grinned. “Certainly you can, sir.” She then raced to the door. “Thanks, Sean. This was an awesome session. I can’t wait to show Rissa what I’ve learned.”
That quickly, she was gone. His eyes fell to the table by the door with a chuckle. In her haste to get to her sub, the newbie Mistress had run off without her bag of toys. Mara’s frustrated groan caught his attention. He dropped to a squat at the head of the horse and took in her flushed face.
“You were incredible. Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes, please! There’s a fire down below and it’s not the one the slapper ignited on my ass.”
“Cheeky sub.” He smirked, giving her salty lips a light kiss. She tasted of him, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he found the taste of the mixture of both of them on her lips or her pussy, highly erotic. It signified his possession of her. “Good thing you put me in a good mood, or your pleasure would be delayed until I swatted this sassy ass myself.”
Moving behind her, he appraised her bright pink behind. Adele had been right, she was glowing, or maybe glistening was more accurate, the flogger and subsequently the slapper having spread her essence over her cheeks and thighs in their travels. Glorious was the only word that came to mind.
His hands roved over her heated thighs on their way to her full hot cheeks. Once there he lingered, palming them and massaging thoroughly before his thumbs slipped into her shimmering seam, separating her lips while his fingers divided her cleft. As hungrily as she’d sucked his cock, he returned the favor, voraciously eating her sweet pussy, licking furiously over her firm clit, diving in and lapping up the juices in her center before moving upward and stroking his tongue over her tight hole, circling it and dipping the tip inside. With his face buried, he wildly dined on the sweetest pussy he’d ever had.
Her cries filled the air as she sped toward orgasm. He could feel it building in her trembling legs, see it in the arch of her hips as she strained against him, fighting the restriction of her restraints, and taste it in the flood of sweet nectar that invaded his mouth right before she clamped down around his delving tongue. “Glorious,” he growled a
gainst her quivering flesh. It was the perfect word to describe his delectable Mara.
Chapter Twenty-six
A tender bottom and a cold, hard metal chair did not co-exist well in her world. So every fifteen minutes or so, she stood and made a circle around the men at the interrogation table. She’d made eight such circuits that morning, less than 24-hours since Mistress Adele did an outstanding job of warming her up, then flogging and strapping her to within an inch of orgasm. She regretted telling Sean she could take more from the novice Dom, ‘much more’ were her exact words. They haunted her as she stood to make the ninth trip around the room. Sean, who had been in and out all morning, taking calls and attending to both Rossi and Decadence business, pushed away from the wall where he’d been propped, observing the proceedings for the last twenty minutes.
“We’re taking an early lunch break. We’ll resume in the conference room at Rossi at one o’clock.” Without waiting for anyone’s approval, he cupped Mara’s elbow and directed her to the door.
“Unacceptable,” Agent Muñoz barked. “We’re already set up here.”
“Then move your equipment,” Sean fired back. “Or not. After this, I don’t care. She is not the accused, yet you are grilling her in an interrogation room like she is. As your key witness, it behooves you to make this more comfortable for her. You also need to make it a damn sight more acceptable to me or you can kiss her testimony goodbye.”
“No problem, Sean,” Robinson, the personable agent spoke up, trying to defuse the situation. “We are guests so have little control over the room assignments. By all means, Rossi after lunch it is.”
Sean nodded as he opened the door and guided Mara on through. Just shy of a slam, the door banged shut behind them, further proclaiming his displeasure. Much more gently, he told Mara, “You should have told me you were uncomfortable, baby, I’d have done that hours ago. Fucking heartless Feds.” This last bit was muttered under his breath as he swept her down the stairs, through the main first floor corridor and out the back door.
Handing her into his Expedition, she sighed as she eased her behind onto the well-padded seat. “My hero,” she sighed, smiling dreamily as she watched him climb behind the wheel. Instead of starting the engine, he reached across her and pulled the lever on her seat, lowering it until she lay flat.
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