by Avery Gale
If she was to be honest with herself, it wasn’t the rape itself which was the most painful part of her past. The most damage to her trust had come from her mother’s reaction to the trauma Callie had experienced. Her mother’s callous treatment had caused her to feel like she was somehow to blame for not only what had happened to her, but that she was also responsible for the decline of her mother’s social position. In truth, it was her continued victimization at the hands of the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally that had been the far greatest source of pain.
She and Catherine had discussed her mother’s actions briefly. Catherine had assured her that while her mother’s actions were completely unacceptable, they weren’t unprecedented. And that after working with victims for over twenty years, she was still seeing new ways people could revictimize those who were already suffering. Catherine also assured her that it was her mother’s problem and that allowing those old hurts to continue holding her back was self-defeating. Callie’s only problem was convincing her heart to listen to her head.
Feeling Ian’s hands moving over her skin and his warm breath against her ear had brought her back to the present. She wanted to trust him because there was something about him that called to her. It was as if his soul understood how hers felt. The deepest part of him seemed to know what it felt like to experience the pain that only a loved one can inflict. Was it possible that his spirit was as much in need of healing as her own? Could they actually help heal each other?
When Ian had started talking about the punishment she was going to get for not taking his calls, she’d felt the moisture rush through her pussy. She’d remembered the book she had read yesterday that had explained the connection between pain and pleasure. The words had seemed to jump off the page at her, and for the first time in her life she’d wished she had a way to ask the author for more information.
The first swats had hurt—a lot—but then need and arousal had swamped her, and even though she was crying there had been something cleansing about the whole experience. It felt like someone had uncoiled a spring, and all its tension had been released. And when he’d said he was going to finish her punishment tomorrow in front of their dinner party guests, her knees had grown so weak she’d barely been able to remain standing. He taunted her with possibilities, and she’d felt as if her heart was finally beginning to grasp the basics of BDSM’s appeal for so many people. Reading about it had helped, but it was the actual experience that was bringing it to life.
Callie hadn’t even realized Ian had lowered his trousers until he slammed his cock into her. She’d been completely lost in the sensations of pain turned to fire that raced up and then back down her spine like lightning until it settled directly in her aching clit. When his cock pushed into her, she felt each ridge pass over tissues engorged with blood. His flesh felt like it was on fire, and the added heat only heightened her desire.
All she remembered was that he’d demanded that she come and she had complied. She knew her wail would carry across the water, but it didn’t matter because her Master had ordered it. She knew the colors she’d flown through had been spectacular and that she had been left gasping in an attempt to replace the oxygen her brain had missed out on during her trip down the orgasmic super-highway. How she’d gotten back to the master suite was a mystery.
Ian had made her stand in the corner with her legs apart and forbidden her to clean his seed from her legs. It had been both humiliating and embarrassing until she’d just accepted that it was what pleased her Master so there was no reason for her to think about it any further. She’d heard Jace enter, and it had sounded as if he’d sat down behind her. When he’d started asking her questions she had silently cursed her truthfulness. At times like this she really wished she was able to lie. She didn’t remember exactly what he’d asked or how she had replied, she only remembered thinking that she’d said too much. And she had wondered if endorphins doubled as truth serum as well as what her A & P professor had called “the brain’s own morphine.”
After her shower with Jace, he’d put something into her anus that had caused a hot flash of warm sensation then it had seemed to go almost numb. Jace had also rubbed her stinging ass cheeks with a gel that had taken away almost all of the burning. When she had started to comb through her tangled hair, he’d taken the comb and meticulously worked from the ends to her scalp, taking great care to not pull or break her hair before separating it and braiding it so that it fell down her back. “I don’t think either Master Ian or I can wait until your hair dries to sink into you, sweetness,” was all he’d said before leading her back in to the bedroom.
Callie gasped as they walked through the doorway and she saw how Ian had transformed the room. There were candles everywhere. It looked as if every available flat surface had been utilized, and the effect was enchanting. Ian held his hand out to her, and she automatically moved to stand in front of him. “Don’t look so surprised, pet. Doms can be romantic bastards, too. And I assure you, the look on your face as you took in my meager attempts made it very worthwhile.” His smile melted her resolve, and just like that, all her best intentions to keep her heart safe melted like the wax around a wick.
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Ian didn’t know what had prompted him to fill the room with candles, it had just seemed like the thing to do, and one look at Callie’s expression had made it all worth his trouble. He hadn’t missed Jace’s raised eyebrow either. No doubt but that he’d be answering his best friend’s queries later. But at least for the moment, he was free to enjoy the benefits of a happy sub.
“We have very special plans for you tonight, pet. And those plans do not include any more punishment—as long as you’re a good girl and follow instructions—the rest of tonight is all about your pleasure.” Jace had moved around them and was placing the items they’d be using close at hand. Neither of them liked having to stop in the middle of a scene to retrieve a toy or lube, so they prided themselves on being well prepared. Breaks in the flow when playing with a new sub were particularly distracting, and Callie was still insecure enough they neither one wanted her to have any reason to become distracted.
Watching her closely as he moved her closer to the open doors leading to the small terrace, he smiled when her breathing hitched and the violet in her eyes deepened to a lovely purple. “I want to start outside, pet. There will be security patrols passing by soon, and I’m looking forward to giving them a bit of a show to whet their appetites for tomorrow night.” He knew that both Gage Hughes and Logan Douglas were on duty tonight and would be making perimeter sweeps around the house in a few minutes. Ian had called them while Jace and Callie showered to make sure everything was set up and the timing was going to work out. Both Doms had agreed to attend the small get-together tomorrow night, and Ian looked forward to easing Callie back into public play. Each of the Doms he’d invited to the party had a very specific specialty that they’d be using to both punish and pleasure his sweet sub.
The terrace was lined with tiny fairy lights, and with the candlelight spilling out from the bedroom, the setting was perfect. The blonde shades of Callie’s hair shimmered in the low light, and her lightly tanned skin was practically glowing. Jace had positioned a large pillow on the ground, and Ian nodded to it before saying, “Kneel for your Master, pet. I want to feel your mouth surrounding my cock. Use your tongue and mouth only, keep your hands behind your back.” As she lowered herself gracefully into position, he smiled. “Very pretty, pet. Have you been practicing?” When she nodded, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Such a good girl, that pleases me very much.”
He could tell his words had struck a chord with her, and he suddenly realized the tiny beauty before him had very little experience with praise. That was one thing he was looking forward to changing—soon. Moving to stand in front of her, he watched as her eyes moved over him, and he felt her gaze as if she’d actually touched him. His cock was already aching and ready for release despite the sound fucking he’d giv
en her on the beach. Pushing his cock close, he traced the smooth head over her plump lips slowly as he asked her quietly, “Pet, do you have any experience with pleasuring a man with your mouth beyond Master Jace?” He watched as she slowly shook her head from side to side, her eyes never leaving the throbbing purple head.
When her eyes filled with unshed tears, she murmured, “No, I’m sorry. But I want very much to please you, will you teach me?”
“Oh, baby, it will be a pleasure. Eyes on mine, pet.” With that he started slowly pushing past her lips, gently thrusting, gaining a bit of depth with each move. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. Now, relax your lower jaw a bit more. The tension you had before will be wonderful at another time, but right now, I’m too close, and it felt much too good.” He saw the relief in her eyes and was pleased he’d explained why he’d needed her to back off a bit. “Now I’m going to push in a bit further. Remember to breathe through your nose.” He pushed in further with each thrust until he was all the way to the top of her throat. “Jesus Christ, pet, that feels incredible. You are not going to need much guidance on blow jobs, you are a natural. The fact that you apparently have no gag reflex is an incredible gift to your Master.”
He thrust in several more times, each time going down her tight throat until his balls were against her chin. Finally pulling out so that he didn’t fall over the edge that he was skating dangerously close to, he took a minute to catch his breath, leaning back and smiling at her. He finally looked up at Jace. “You have to come over here and see what our sweet girl can do. Her mouth is devil-blessed, that is for sure.”
Jace’s cock was just as long as Ian’s and probably even thicker, but Ian watched as she easily deep-throated him as well. Ian had to suppress his smile, Jace hadn’t had the quickie down on the beach, so Ian knew his friend was really struggling to maintain his control. “Holy fuck, she is incredible. Her tongue touches each of the sensitive spots without any direction from me, and that throat of hers is so tight. Oh shit, sweetness, I have to pull out or I’m going to shoot my seed down your throat, and that is not what we’d planned for tonight. But I’m going to make sure I get that opportunity in the very near future.” Jace looked up at Ian and mouthed “lucky bastard” before moving around behind Callie.
Ian held out his hand and helped her stand. He knew the instant she became aware of the two men standing just at the edge of the shadows watching them, and he was deeply gratified that she immediately sought out his gaze as if seeking his approval. Stepping forward, he leaned down and spoke close to her ear. “Thank you for looking to your Master for guidance, that is exactly as it should be. They are here by my invitation, and as you can see, they’re enjoying it very much.” Both men were standing in a typical Dom stance, but they had positioned themselves so that their erections were clearly visible as they pushed incessantly against their denim jeans. “Do you see how you have turned them on, my pet? I’m sure they are even more anxious for tomorrow night’s little get-together after seeing you taking our cocks clear to the root. Now, we want to begin preparing that beautiful ass of yours, so bend over this raised bench, that’s it, perfect.”
They had moved a narrow, padded-top bench from the playroom so they would be able to enjoy the moonlight and the audience before moving Callie back inside. She lay over the bench, and he moved her feet wider apart and then stepped back so Jace could insert the plug they were going to use to stretch her rear entrance. As Jace began lubing her, Ian stepped further in front of her so she could see him without straining her neck. “Listen to everything Master Jace says to you, pet. Follow his instructions to the letter. He is something of an expert in this particular area of BDSM play. He knows more about the anal regions of subs than anyone has a right to know.” He heard whispered words of agreement from the men watching and had to smile when Jace glared at all three of them.
Jace leaned over Callie. “They are just jealous, sweetness. I seem to have a way of getting the best results when it comes to this type of penetration. I promise you that I’m going to make sure this is an experience you’ll be begging to repeat—often.” Ian heard Callie gasp as Jace penetrated her ass with his fingers. And he watched as Jace worked his magic, quickly eliciting soft moans from her. She was pushing back against his fingers and lifting her ass into the thrusts. “Oh, sweetness, you like having my fingers fucking your beautiful ass, don’t you? Feel how you are moving into the strokes.” Ian could see that with his next forward thrust Jace had pushed in with two fingers. He wouldn’t have even been sure she had noted the change if it hadn’t been for the deeper arch of her back and the low moan of pleasure she had made just before she had started to tremble. When Jace stilled his movements, Ian heard her soft whine. “Not yet, sweetie, we don’t want you to come yet. But I can’t tell you how pleased we are that you are enjoying yourself so much that you want to.” No doubt Callie would have been able to hear to praise in Jace’s words of caution.
Ian had seen her close her eyes, lost in the pleasure, and hadn’t bothered to correct her because he’d been anxious for her to connect anal play with pleasure, but now it was time to pull her back from the edge. “Open our eyes, pet. Keep your eyes on mine. I want to be able to see your pleasure as Master Jace stretches your tight little ass muscles. I want you to think about how full you are going to feel with him fucking your ass as I fuck your sweet pussy again.” He could see she was struggling to keep her eyes focused on his as she became more and more immersed in the pleasure.
Each time she was just a breath away from release, Jace slowed his pace or shifted just enough that he was able to bring her back, and Ian knew she was very near the point of no return. They wanted her near the peak, but not so frustrated that she gave up chasing the release her body had been seeking. Ian nodded to Jace and then watched as the man fully seated the plug and then pulled Callie back up to standing. Watching as she worked to regain her equilibrium, Ian nodded to the two men watching. “We’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening, gentlemen. Thank you for your time, and if you have any questions about tomorrow, don’t hesitate to give me a call—tomorrow.”
Chapter 19
Ian watched as Jace carried Callie back in to the bedroom. He could hear him whispering to her. “Just let us take care of you. Follow our directions and this is going to rock your world, sweetness. When your Master comes in, he’s going to lie on this lounger. But before we begin, I’m going to make sure that luscious pussy of yours is all wet with your sweet juices. This is also going to be a new position for you. We’ll call this ‘present.’ Up on the bed, you go. Now, on your knees, but instead of your hands, put your forearms on the bed. Perfect, now arch your back and spread those beautiful legs wide.”
Ian stood in the doorway watching as Jace taught Callie one of their favorite positions for subs. The “present” position was the perfect mix of display and submission in Ian’s opinion. Every fold was opened up like the soft petals of a summer rose, displaying the treasure within. Ian could see Callie falling under the spell of Jace’s gentle touch. It was clear that she was extremely responsive to both sides of BDSM play. She craved the dominance and control, but she had also felt the pleasure-pain connection quickly each time they’d used it with her.
But the tiny beauty seemed to respond equally to touch that was pure seduction also, and that pleased Ian more than he was willing to admit. Even though he had a reputation as one of the darker Doms around, it wasn’t an entirely accurate description. He’d just found it convenient to hide behind that image. He used it as a shield against woman who would have pursued him for money or connections. Most of the women he met were society leeches or social-climbing bimbos, and it was easy to let his reputation filter out a lot of woman who were only interested in one kind of power exchange—the sort where his power became their own. He had found it easier to keep his sexual encounters framed within very strictly structured and negotiated scenes inside Club Isola. Hell, his personal playroom had yet to even be used. He’d b
egun to think it had been a huge waste of time and money—until Callie rowed herself into his life. Callie Reece was the first woman he’d actually considered building a future with since he’d been a teenager with delusional dreams perpetrated by the sexual predator his father had married.
He smiled as he watched Callie begin to move as if her body was following music only she could hear. Ah, my sweet sub, the dance of submission begins. He finally spoke up, “Make her tell us how she feels. I want to make certain she is aware of exactly what her body is feeling.”
When she didn’t respond immediately, Jace asked, “Did you hear Master Ian, sweetness? Best give him what he’s asked for.”
“Yes, Sir. I heard him…I was just trying to find the words to describe the feelings…and it is hard to describe what’s happening with my body when my thoughts feel like the soft mist that falls from a heavy fog on a spring morning.” Ian loved the breathy quality of her voice and the picture she had painted with words that had told him more than she knew. Suddenly he couldn’t wait to take her to visit his father’s homeland. She had just told him how much she’d enjoy that trip.
“Well, pet, let’s try this. I’ll ask you direct questions. Let’s see if that works better for you.” Ian let his voice drop deeper in timbre and cadence as he fought for his own control as well as hers.