by Jo Davis
At that, Ryan forgot his annoyance over her blunder. “Oh, man, this is her? A live one, eh? Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you.”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said smoothly, then gave Emma a pointed look. “You will apologize to Master Ryan for speaking when you weren’t directly addressed.”
Her face flamed scarlet, blue eyes flashing with a combination of embarrassment and anger. “I–I’m very sorry, Master Ryan. Please accept my apologies.”
“I’ll let it slide this time, sub. Blaze, good luck with this one! You want any help with her training, let me know.”
“I will, thanks.” He’d thought about it. Maybe one day soon he’d invite the younger master in for a scene.
Ryan took his leave. To her credit, she remained silent until Blaze addressed her. “Do you understand the transgression you just made?”
She stared at her lap. “I spoke out of turn to a master, and used a disrespectful tone.”
“Yes. That’s a violation of a very basic rule and will require punishment,” he said softly. “I’ll think on it and let you know later what it will be.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, voice barely audible.
Placing a finger under her chin, he forced her to look at him. “You’re in training, and you’re going to screw up at first. All you can do is take your licks and move on.”
“I know. It’s just not easy setting aside the stronger aspects of my personality with anyone besides you. I mean, in ‘normal’ society, what he just did, speaking around me, about me, and ignoring my presence like that is considered rude. And besides that, part of my brain went this jerk isn’t my master, Blaze is, and I don’t have to listen to him.”
“I know where you’re coming from, but this is a whole different ball game with a different protocol. Would you go to a stranger’s house for dinner and tell the host you hated the meal and the company sucked?”
“No, of course not.”
“Well, it’s the same tact applied here. The masters are the hosts, of sorts, and you don’t diss them. Anyway, let’s forget about it for a while. Dance?”
“I’d love to,” she said, appearing relieved to drop it for the time being.
He led her onto the floor, and they moved to the grinding, sensual music, pressed so close he knew she felt the heat of his hard cock branding her bare belly. Holding her firmly around the waist, he made sure every master in the vicinity knew to whom she belonged and that cutting in wasn’t an option. So what if he engaged in a bit of primitive breast-beating? She was his.
After a few songs, he escorted her back to their table, both of them laughing and high on being together. They’d just received another round of drinks when a familiar voice joined the fun.
“You called on me for tonight, sir? I’m here for your pleasure,” the low voice whispered.
Emma’s eyes widened. Blaze stood, turned, and found himself with an armful of Shawn Dempsey. A sexy, slinky Shawn, with his dark auburn hair framing his pretty face and tumbling to his shoulders in a fall of fiery silk. Black leather pants hugged his long legs and cupped his sex invitingly, and his nipple rings were visible through the blue mesh T-shirt hugging a nicely muscled chest and flat torso. A shirt that perfectly matched cerulean blue eyes that were sparkling with mischief. And a dose of lust directed at both him and Emma.
“Is this your new sub, sir? She’s gorgeous… almost as gorgeous as you.”
Those stunning eyes held his in bold challenge rather than being respectfully lowered, as was required of a sub. Damn the little shit for knowing exactly how he affected Blaze, made him nearly insane with desire. Always did when Blaze chose to top him. Shawn was a handful, but that’s precisely why he’d chosen this particular sub for tonight’s demonstration. Emma wouldn’t get nearly as much from observing a wimpy, compliant sub. Indeed, Shawn reminded Blaze a lot of Emma in his attitude and independence, which made him perfect.
His gaze dropped to Shawn’s sensual lips… and his eyes narrowed, anger surging through him. “Who hit you?”
The boy glanced away. “I said something another master didn’t like.”
He sensed Shawn was telling the truth but that there was much more to the story behind the split and healing lower lip. A fading bruise was visible on his cheek as well, and Blaze wanted to find the bastard responsible and beat him unconscious. Shawn needed a permanent master, a protector. Blaze made a mental note to take care of it as well as the fucker who’d hurt him.
Seized by the need to replace the boy’s bad hurts with pleasurable ones, Blaze wrapped one arm around Shawn’s waist and pulled him close, ground his erection against the boy’s hard length. Ran a palm down the sub’s face to his throat and squeezed with enough pressure to make his eyes widen with a shiver of anticipation. Perhaps a dash of fear.
“Are you in the mood to play? To show my new sub how it’s done?”
“Yes, please, sir,” he answered breathlessly.
And then Shawn did something important — something Blaze wanted Emma to see from the passionate young man. He lowered his eyes and tilted his head down in an unconscious gesture of total submission.
That one simple acquiescence, done without pretense, shot straight to his cock, set his blood afire. “Both of you come with me.”
He downed the rest of his Jack and cola and headed for one of the club’s private playrooms he’d reserved for tonight. Where he’d bury himself balls deep in this pretty sub, and Emma would watch and be helplessly aroused. He groaned at the picture that the expectation prompted in his imagination and hurried his pace, confident that the pair was right on his heels. He wasn’t mistaken.
Sliding his card key in the lock, he pushed opened the door and slammed it behind them. “Strip to the skin,” he ordered, gesturing to them both, glad his voice didn’t crack.
The younger man did as he was told and in short order stood naked and awaiting his orders. His body was lean, his skin golden in tone, gleaming and gorgeous. His erection jutted proudly, flushed and weeping. Needy.
Turning to Emma, Blaze noted her vulnerable gaze, her expression filled with amazement and desire. “You’re going to sit in that chair in the corner and observe,” he directed. “You’re going to watch your master at work because it’s important that you see a scene done properly. As punishment for your earlier lapse with Master Ryan, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, no matter how badly you wish to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She did as she was told.
“Go stand between the posts,” he said to Shawn. He appreciated that he didn’t have to explain or soothe frayed nerves, that this sub knew precisely what to expect. That the younger man had just enough experience under his belt to enjoy what was about to happen, yet held a healthy respect for his master’s hand. The fear of the unknown that titillated, stoked the fires.
Without hesitation, Shawn went to stand between the posts in the center of the room, spread his legs wide, and raised his arms. Blaze fastened his wrists and ankles in the soft, padded cuffs and ran his fingers down the sub’s spine, loving how the boy shuddered under his touch.
“Lovely. But you’ll look even more stunning by the time I’m done with you.”
Striding to the supply table, he searched the items laid out on top and found the one he sought. He took the strip of leather and returned to his captive. Bending, he wrapped the leather around Shawn’s shaft and behind his balls, tightly enough to restrict him from coming but not enough to harm him. A soft gasp came from Emma’s corner, but he didn’t acknowledge it.
“You look so pretty with your cock and balls presented to me this way,” he murmured. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” Shawn answered hoarsely.
Next, he shed his own clothes, placing them in a chair, then fetched a bottle of oil and a medium-sized butt plug. Not as large as himself, but one that would prepare the boy sufficiently. After coating his fingers, he laid the oil aside and went to stand behind the quivering
sub. Parting Shawn’s ass cheeks, he found the tiny hole and worked his fingers inside, encouraged by the boy’s moan of pleasure.
“That’s it — relax for me. Easy.”
After stretching him a bit, Blaze removed his fingers, placed the tip of the plug against the hole, and began to push, knowing that very soon it would be his cock sinking into the glistening flesh, splitting it wide. Patience. Draw out the pleasure until he begs, until he screams.
With the plug seated deep, he selected a flogger from its place on the wall, one with a smart leather tip. He held it up for Emma’s inspection. “See this? Wielded properly, it will mark this sub’s back with appealing lines, yet leave no permanent damage. Shawn enjoys a thorough flogging and could come from this alone if I allowed him to, which I won’t. The leather strap around his cock and balls will prevent ejaculation until I remove it and give him permission. Questions?”
“Have you ever come just from administering the flogging?”
“When I was younger and had less control, yes. Anything else?”
Mute, she shook her head.
“All right. Shawn, your safe word?” He had it memorized, so the reminder was more for Shawn’s and Emma’s benefit than his own.
“You know it, sir.”
With that, he snapped the flogger across the young man’s ass, causing him to jerk and cry out. “Too impertinent for your own good. Your safe word, boy.”
“Vanilla, sir!”
Shawn’s choice of a safe word made him smile every time. The kid was anything but vanilla, which made it a perfect choice. “Good. Now I’m going to mark that smooth backside, get you into the proper headspace.”
He ran the tip of the flogger down Shawn’s spine as his signal that he was ready to begin. Stepping back, he raised his arm and delivered the first blow, raising a red welt from the younger man’s right shoulder to his left side. Shawn jumped and gasped, pushing his ass back in clear invitation, already losing himself. Blaze laid another stripe, the line running parallel to the first.
“Ooh, sir… more, please…”
Lips curving into a smile, Blaze increased the strength of the blows, giving them more bite. The boy was lost to ecstasy, back arched, little whimpers escaping his throat. Blaze worked efficiently, painting a crisscross pattern of lines over the supple skin, pleased with his efforts.
“You respond so beautifully. Look at you, completely in your zone, ready for me. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Master,” he moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’ve been good, and I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please!” He writhed in his restraints.
“You want to be fucked, but what do you need?”
“Nothing except to please you.”
“Good answer.” On another night he might’ve drawn out the boy’s torment, possibly whipped him until he safe-worded or used some of his more wicked toys on the sub. But as much as Shawn would love it, he didn’t want to frighten Emma with too rough a display. Besides, he was so hot, so close to exploding before he even got inside that tight ass.
Quickly he sheathed himself and coated his cock with some of the oil. Then he eased the plug out and placed the head at Shawn’s entrance. He pushed forward, entranced as always by the sight of a sexy slave’s little hole being breached by the broad head. Yielding to his cock as his length slowly split and impaled the delectable flesh quivering underneath him.
God, yes, he’d been born for this. To be a master. To give and receive pleasure. Immersed in a world with strict rules where the masters ruled and the subs knew how to serve them, and were made safe in that knowledge, in their masters’ care.
The sensation of Shawn’s channel gripping his dick was electric. “Ahh, yes. You’re so tight, so good.”
He stroked faster, losing himself in the rhythm of fucking the boy harder and harder, in the slap of flesh. Wicked. His balls drew up, signaling his impending orgasm. He reached around the sub and ripped the strip of leather from his cock. “Come for me.”
Blaze wrapped his fingers around the sub’s cock and stroked in time to his thrusts. In seconds, the younger man stiffened. Heat flooded over Blaze’s hand as the boy cried out, which was all it took to send Blaze over the edge.
“Fuck, yes!” He buried himself deep and pumped his load into the sub’s ass, spasmed until they were both melted and limp.
After a moment, he eased from Shawn and disposed of the condom. Shawn, he noted, hung in his restraints, exhausted and apparently sated. Blaze pulled on his own clothing before releasing his wrists and ankles.
When Shawn was free, Blaze turned him around and brushed a kiss over his lips, careful of the wound. “Well done.”
“Thank you, sir,” the boy said breathlessly, profuse in his gratitude. “That was incredible, as always.”
“Before you leave, you will tell me who hit you.” His tone brooked no argument.
The boy touched his split lip and his gaze saddened, dropped to the floor. “M-master Vincent. Forgive me for saying so, but he’s a m-mean sack of shit, sir.”
He tilted the boy’s face up. “The bastard won’t bother you in the future — you have my word.” Before he and Emma left, he’d speak with the manager, who was also a good friend. Vincent wouldn’t darken the doors at this club again.
“Okay.” Relief flooded his sweet face. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome. You may get dressed and go when you’re ready.”
Shawn pulled on his clothing quickly. Giving Blaze one last grin and a wave, he slipped out the door. It shut and automatically locked behind him, leaving Blaze alone with a silent, watchful sub. He approached her, taking in how she was perched on the edge of the wooden chair, hands folded in her lap. Her regard was warm with some emotion he couldn’t name.
“What are you thinking?”
She tilted her head as though studying something interesting. “You beat that boy and he liked it.”
“‘Beat’ is a strong word. What I administered was a light flogging or whipping. By tomorrow the red will fade, and you wouldn’t even be able to tell we had a session.”
“You dominated him, and yet you were… gentle with him. Caring.” The wonder in her voice made him smile.
“I told you I care for my subs. I like them as people, and Shawn is a fantastic person who deserves a good master and lover who’ll take him on permanently.”
“You have great chemistry together, and he’s beautiful,” she said. “Why haven’t you snatched him up?”
“I might have, except my heart was already spoken for,” he said softly.
Her blue eyes filled with sudden tears. “Oh, Blaze. I lo—”
“No. Not here, like this. And not until you’re absolutely sure.”
Nodding, she looked away, and he ignored the pang in his heart that she’d been about to give voice to words she wasn’t certain she really meant. Almost as though they were expected in return for what he’d said.
“Stand up and spread your feet apart,” he ordered. When hurt or confused, he reverted to his best defense — being a Dom. When she stood in front of him, he knelt before her and ran his palms down her thighs. “Do you want my mouth, baby?”
Slender fingers tangled in his hair. “Please, sir.”
Needing no further encouragement, he nuzzled her pale curls, parted the slick folds. Angling his head, he tasted her essence, laving the slit. Then he delved inside, tongue-fucking her slowly, seducing her with his mouth. She groaned, clutching his hair in her fist and grinding into his face, trying to pull him deeper. He obliged, working her with lips and tongue. Stroking until she panted and writhed above him.
He had her on the cusp now, ready to fly, and he’d be the one to give her wings. Taking her in an open kiss, he sucked her clit, ate her without mercy. She was close, so close, muscles tensing.
She screamed his name, and he liked
the rush it gave him, knowing he’d done this. Had pleasured her into losing control. In this case, he could forgive her slip.
He drank her honey, all she had to give. When the spasms died, he released her and stood. “Taste yourself.”
She leaned into his kiss, opened for him. Accepted their mingled flavors with a needy sound, breasts grazing his chest. Damn, he was a lucky man. He broke the kiss and smiled.
“Give you some time and a little more experience, and Shawn won’t hold a candle to you in the area of responsiveness.”
A blush heated her cheeks. “I don’t know about that, but thanks.”
“See, that’s what I mean — you just need confidence.” With his next words he marked her reaction. “Tell me — did you enjoy watching me dominate him? Take him and make his body sing?”
“Yes, very much,” she said in a husky voice. “It was one of the most visually stunning and wholly arousing things I’ve ever seen. The two of you were extremely hot together. I’ll admit it’s a female fantasy come true, and I wouldn’t mind your doing it again.”
His ego stretched and preened. “I’m glad you think so. I always want you to be happy with whatever we do in the bedroom, or out.”
“But if he’d been some woman…” She bit her lip.
“You wouldn’t have gotten into seeing me fuck another female,” he finished for her. “Is that right?”
Hesitating only a moment, she went on. “I don’t think I could handle that, Blaze — sir.”
He wasn’t surprised. “I anticipated as much, which is why I used Shawn for tonight’s demonstration.”
“Are you saying you won’t even touch another female?” she asked quietly.
“Is that what you want?”
“I want you to be satisfied.”
“I want the same,” he said, taking her hand. “Here’s my rule, one that isn’t in your contract: nobody fucks you except me. As many subs as I’ve shared with other masters, the thought of Ryan or anyone else actually fucking you makes me homicidal. Any other sharing is acceptable, but not that. Are you good with this so far?”
“Yes, more than,” she replied. “I don’t want anyone but you to have that right. But in return, I’d like that same exclusiveness as pertains to women. Playing is one thing. But your cock is mine.”