Then he walks in front of me and stares me down, willing me to stay still and quiet if I want anymore pleasure tonight. I hate and love him in that moment, and the realization is like a sucker punch to my heart.
“Are you ready to be good, Mistress?”
I lower my gaze to the polished floor. “Yes, Master.”
His touch returns and this time he adds a silver sex toy—a small vibrator—to our play. He turns the speed on low and runs the egg-shaped device all over my skin. It massages between my shoulders, skims down along my spine. He swirls circles on my ass cheeks, soothing away the sting of his slaps.
Then he teases my sex with the toy, turning the speed up higher as he does so. He circles my outer labia first and the vibrator makes my cunt wetter and throb stronger. I hold my breath to keep from groaning loudly. The toy slips between my slick lips and I have to tighten my belly to sustain the torture as it teases my opening, grinding into my clit and makes sensation explode through my every nerve. My limbs now tremble in my bonds from the exertion of holding off climax. And that effort has to be doubled when my dom slides the toy inside me. The sublime tingling becomes tortuous, and my pussy muscles almost squeeze the toy out as they constrict around it. I go deeper into my mind and internalize all my bliss.
My dom return to the table and selects a brilliant red feather. Just as he’s returning to torment me with it, I spot a woman standing up in the crowd. But I pay little attention to her as the feather’s downy touch skims over my back.
Then a gunshot rips through my relaxation. Screams erupt in the crowd and my shrill shriek matches theirs. I thrash in my bonds, but my dom tells me to be still while he quickly unties me.
From the corner of my eye, I see two large men running after a woman clad in a blue and white corset and boy shorts. I assume this is Dmitri and Devon as Damien gathers me in his arms and leads me from the ropes.
A glance at the crowd shows people leaving their seats in a chaotic fury. I see Dmitri and Devon re-enter the room, holding the woman who shot at us between them. Damien speaks into the microphone he wears, using an authoritative tone, “Calm down, everyone. The shooter has been caught. Please sit and relax. No one will be hurt.”
“The police are on their way,” Dmitri adds, as they lead the thrashing female to the stage.
Devon removes her mask and I gasp when I see it’s Wanda.
“She wasn’t shooting at you.” A man stands in the front row, and when he removes his mask David Senoa stares back at me. “She was trying to silence me. I came here tonight to expose her crimes.”
Wanda twists her head his way and laughs. “Wrong, Senoa,” she snarls. “I was trying to shoot him.”
She points to where another masked man is slinking toward the exit. The tall, willowy individual stops once he’s been spotted. His hand moves lightning quick toward his hip. I see a flash of grey.
“Get down!” Damien shouts.
I see Dmitri and Devon pull Wanda prone to the black tile lining the aisle as another gunshot rings out. When I look up, two men grab the masked guy and pull his disguise off to reveal Drake Morton. One man kicks away the pistol so it’s out of harm’s way.
When Wanda stands again, she twists in the grip of her captors. “Looks like we had the same plan, Drake. Why don’t you tell the people of Surrender why you wanted me dead, huh? How you lied and cheated and stole, even from me.” She nods toward David. “From him, too.”
Drake bares his long, perfect teeth. “You bitch!”
Wanda laughs at him. “See, Drake wanted to take Surrender down so bad he seduced me, even made me believe he loved me, until I caught him in the arms of another woman two nights ago. He had me siphoning funds from Surrender bank accounts into David’s personal ones. I have all the records to do so, being the administrator of this resort for so long. And I let him sweet talk me, let him fool me, and I helped him frame another man.” She looked toward where David Senoa stood. “I’m sorry, David. You might be an asshole, but you didn’t deserve that.”
David storms forward, but Dmitri urges him to stay at the end of the aisle.
“I used you to get your new account information. Drake asked me to apply at your new club so I could sabotage you, and he could sabotage Surrender then frame you for it. I’ve been stealing information from you while still working for Surrender behind your back. And I did it all for that bastard.” Her face curls into a sour grimace as she nods toward Drake.
“I knew all of this! I got suspicious after that woman was shot in my club and I did some digging.” David stalks down the aisle, ignoring Dmitri when he tries to stop him. He looms over Drake, who is still held in the grip of two powerful doms. “Why me, you sonofabitch?”
Drake shrugs. “You were the perfect scapegoat. You had as big a grudge against Surrender as I did. Only I decided to get my revenge at all costs. I wanted Surrender to fall to ruin, and if you had to go down with it, so be it.”
David rears back with a meaty fist, just about to punch Drake, but the doors slam open and the police pour in.
***
Surrender Inc.’s board members press charges against Drake Morton and he now awaits trial for his crimes. Thanks to Dmitri and Devon, we too had connections in the police force that helped us bring the man down. He didn’t get his revenge after all. Wanda is charged as an accessory and David is cleared of all suspicion.
We find my sister at Glacier Park. It turns out that while David did rent a cabin up there, he did so with Wanda. Wanda snuck up and rented a cabin on her own, but in David’s name, and that was where she was holding Sasha. She planted the dress in David’s cabin to further turn the suspicion in his direction. But the evidence Sasha had also exposes Drake and Wanda as the true culprits.
Sasha is undernourished and dehydrated when we find her. They won’t let me hug her when we first discover her. The paramedics swoop in and make us clear the way. Once she’s settled in ICU, I sit by her bed until they make me leave. She tries to stay awake to talk to me, but she’s too exhausted to hold her eyes open.
When I go to see her the next day, she tells me Damien has been by with Gina. I try to ignore my disappointment over missing his visit. He hasn’t called me since we brought Sasha home.
In no time at all, my sister is back in her city apartment, which she plans to sell soon now that she’s an owner of a Surrender resort. I try to convince her to stay with me for a while, let me take care of her, but there is no way she’s letting that happen. Sasha is one strong woman who let’s nothing keep her down, and I marvel at her ability to bounce back from such a traumatic situation.
“Just make sure you keep your appointment with the therapist,” I tell her when I stop by for a visit on her second day back home. “You need to talk about the hell you’ve been through.”
“Yes mother,” she teases. “How’s school?”
“Good. I’m writing a dissertation on BDSM. How the subculture addresses our need for ritual and role playing.”
She grins at me and pats the couch beside her. “So you enjoyed working with Damien then?”
I feel a blush creep into my face, burning my cheeks. “It was … all right.”
I try to disguise how disappointed I am that Damien hasn’t called or stopped by the dorm since Sasha came home. What kind of fool was I to believe he’d have feelings for me? What kind of fool am I for having feelings for him? How ironic that a man I once loathed worked his way into my heart and won’t get out of my thoughts. My sleep is off, my mind is off, now that I’m hooked on this dom I swore I’d never play with. But play with him I did, and now my heart is suffering the consequences.
“Just all right?” Sasha raises an eyebrow at me, blows on her steaming tea. I know she’s gauging my face for a betrayal of my true emotions.
I shrug again, curse the flip flops my stomach does. “It was a weird experience.”
She sighs, looking exasperated that I don’t tell her more. “Opie, do you love him?”
My heart near
ly jumps in my throat when she says that word. “I only spent a couple weeks around him. Of course I don’t.”
My sister’s stare still pins me. “You sure?”
I decide to change gears on her. “How do you feel about him?” Truth is, I still wonder about my sister’s connection to Damien, if there is any chance they’ll reconcile.
She smiles, much like Damien did when I asked him if he still loved my sister. “Damien is one of my best friends. He always will be, and I’ll always love him. But I don’t love him in that way anymore, Ophelia. There’s someone—”
The door bell rings, interrupting her. She puts down her tea and holds up a hand to indicate she’ll be right back.
“Hey sweetie,” I hear my sister say. “We were just gonna talk about you.”
A muffled voice replies, but I can’t make out words. I think I hear them kiss and my heart sours with jealousy. Is that Damien? And has my sister lied to me about her feelings for him after all? But she said we were just gonna talk about you to the visitor. I get up from the couch and move to the side a little.
I’m surprised to find Gina walking toward me with Sasha.
“Hey, Ophelia.” She waves at me with her good hand. The other arm is still in a sling. The bullet broke her clavicle and she’ll be in a cast for another six weeks.
“Hey Gina. How’re you doing?”
My sister takes Gina’s hand and leans over to give her a kiss. The two exchange spit and tongues, and now I get the gist of the sentence my sister left unfinished.
“Like I was saying.” Sasha looks at Gina and wears a big goofy grin. “There’s someone else, sis. So Damien is all yours if you want him.” She winks and I feel that blush creep back into my cheeks.
“How long have you two been together?” I’m overjoyed for my sister and myself, now I know for certain Damien isn’t her current love interest.
Gina shares my sister’s goofy grin as she pulls Sasha to the overstuffed easy chair and they sit together. “Six months. I kind of stole her away from Damien. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but getting your sister home safely was the main thing on my mind.”
Sasha chuckles. “We’re really happy, sis.”
“I’m happy for you both,” I say, giving my sister and Gina big hugs
Sasha’s phone rings and she untangles herself from Gina long enough to grab it.
“Hello?” She looks at me and her face breaks into a feline smile. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” She hands me over the call.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Damien.”
My stomach does that weird flip flop thing again. “Hey, how’s things?”
I see Gina and Sasha look at one another and chuckle. Devious fiends.
“About that promise I made you—”
“What promise?” I croak, sounding like a frog with laryngitis.
He gives a low, throaty laugh. “I told you I’d let you flog me publicly when this was all over.”
“Oh, right. That one.”
“I haven’t forgotten. When’s a good day for you?”
Yeesh, he’s treating this like a doctor’s appointment. His voice is so detached, so clinical. I almost tell him to forget it, but then I want to see him and I want to paddle his butt for making me love him. Bastard.
“How’s Friday?” I try to adopt the same clipped tone.
“Sounds good. I’ll pick you up at the dorm around eight.”
I hand the phone back to my sister, who giggles at me again.
“What?” I ask, feeling irritated.
“You two are funny.” She shakes her head. “Neither one of you wants to admit you’re dying to see each other again.”
“What do you mean?” I glance between her and Gina.
Gina gives me a sympathetic look. “Damien’s been calling here almost every day to find out how you are.”
“Why hasn’t he called me?” My voice raises in annoyance and surprise.
“Because he figured you might need some space,” Sasha says. “Some time away from him. The guy still thinks you hate him, but he’s crazy over you, Opie. He just doesn’t want to pressure you.”
My heart floods with warmth at her words and my head goes all stupid-giddy. “He’s crazy about me?”
The two women nod together.
“Well why didn’t that ass tell me?”
My sister smirks at me. “Because he’s stubborn like you.”
***
Friday night I rummage through my closet to find the only sexy black dress I own. I slip into the knee-length spaghetti strap number and put a little makeup on before I find my only pair of high heels near the very back of the closet I share with my dorm roommate.
When eight o’ clock comes, I spot his Jaguar pulling up outside the building. I decide not to rush, to let him come to me. I count the minutes until he knocks on my door.
His sex appeal oozes when I open the door, but he still holds a tentative pose, and it’s strange seeing this hint of insecurity in the usually uber-confident dom. Dressed in jeans and a white shirt open at the throat, he looks casual and fresh from the shower. His hair is slicked back and his cologne teases my nostrils with a spicy scent that hits me right in the gut and has me instantly turned on.
“All ready?” he says, twirling his keys around his finger.
“I am.” I lock the door behind me then face him. “But I want to change our plans.”
“Oh?” Disappointment flits over his face.
“I don’t want to publicly flog you. If it’s all right with you, I’d rather do it privately.”
He frowns in obvious bewilderment. “But your humiliation was public. Don’t you want an eye for an eye?”
I shake my head then boldly wrap my arms around his waist. “No, I’d rather have you all to myself.”
His eyes widen with surprise and his lips curl in a sexy smile. “Then I know just the place.”
He kisses me breathless, making my pussy warm and tingle before we head to his car.
We drive out to the country, past swaying willows that line an old road.
“Where are we going?”
Damien grins. “To my place. I want to show you my dungeon.”
“I thought you lived above your club.”
“Through the week, I do.” He takes a sharp turn and a massive log home comes into view. “This is Morris’ old place. When he died, he spilt everything between me and Sasha 50 / 50. I got his home and the club, Sasha got the resort and some other holdings.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a log cabin mansion,” I say, gaping at the two story, sprawling home with steeply pitched roof and latticed windows.
“Morris was a rustic sort of guy.” He hits a button on a small remote and the looming gate opens. “This was his getaway.”
We park in a garage that’s three times the size of my dorm apartment. Damien takes my hand as we stroll up a cobblestone walkway to the front of the home.
Inside is all caramel colored wood, high vaulted ceilings, and windows that stretch from the floor to the top of the wall. There’s a soft beige couch and a stone fireplace. I’d love to take it all in, but Damien promises to give me a tour later. For now, we head straight downstairs to his dungeon. I have a flogging to deliver.
Downstairs is done up in a dark cherry wood with silver trim. We enter a large, round room where various toys, paddles, whips, collars, leashes, and other implements of pleasure / pain hang from silver hooks. There is a rack made from polished cherry wood with gleaming chains ready to bind wrists and ankles. A spanking bench made from black walnut with a crimson cushions on top.
“Where do you want me, Mistress?” He gives me a wicked grin full of lecherous intent.
I take my time choosing my methods of torture. Finally I select a whip from a silver hook and point to the rack.
He climbs onto the shimmering wood and asks, “Front or back?”
“Hmmm?” I blink at him.
His grin widens. “Wou
ld you like to torture my ass or my cock? All up to you. I’m the submissive tonight. Remember, I really like pain.”
I swallow and try not to cough. My face heats again and this time the blush creeps to my ears. But the offer is quite literally on the table, and I’m not about to pass up an opportunity like this.
“Front,” I say, giving him a smile to match his own. “Your ass is lovely, but I’m much rather play with your cock tonight.”
He chuckles at my boldness and looks suitably impressed as well as turned on. “Whatever you want, Mistress.”
He quickly sheds his clothes and sprawls out on the rack. With the whip, I trace the contours of his body, telling him not to move or make a sound as I tease him. He can’t come until I tell him he can. I secure his ankles first, skimming the whip up his legs after I do, tickling his balls and his growing erection, flicking the single thong over his glans. Then I move higher, tickling his stomach with the tether, swirling it around his nipples.
After I secure his wrists, I suck and lick his fingers before I feather light kisses down his arm, moving toward his nipples. Once at this dark, pink bud, I take it in my mouth and bite, not too hard but hard enough to make him hiss air through his teeth. His hips jut up from the rack and I stop, deciding it’s time for a punishment.
“No reactions yet, sub.” I slap his cock with the tail of the whip. “If you’re a bad boy, you won’t get to cum.”
He bites his lip and stares at me with eyes darkened by lust.
I decide it’s time to go back to his toy selection and add to the torture.
I asked Sasha to help me “study” for this flogging play date, and she suggested a cock ring to keep Damien from cuming. It won’t allow him to get off until I take it off, so I select one from among his assortment of erotic playthings and slide it on his slick, purple-pink erection. I see him biting back a moan as I do so. To torment him further, I tongue beneath his glans and slurp up his pre-cum. I hear his breathing grow ragged and shallow from the challenge.
We discussed what he likes on our way over, since I’m new to the dom roll and have never played with his submissive side. While he can use a safe word just as I could, I want to please him just the same, want him to enjoy tonight as much as I do. All thoughts of revenge have taken a back seat. All I really want is to make him writhe in ecstasy.
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