by Lily White
Damn him. My cheeks were warm with a blush. “Yes, Master.”
I loved the sound of his deep laughter when it was husky and genuine. Loved how it filled a room, wrapping around me to touch me in all the right places.
I pulled a gorgeous champagne colored dress from the hanger, shrugging it on without bother of panties or a bra. He would just end up destroying them. I knew how Aiden got when he was excited. After strapping on a pair of heels that were straps of shimmering crystals, I exited the closet to meet his stare, pride flowing through me to discover his lustful expression.
“Shall we?”
He nodded, cleared his throat, and offered his arm. I crossed the room and looped mine with his, my heels a delicate click over marble floors as we wound the halls in route to the Courtesan’s wing.
The woman’s frantic screams leading our way.
When he would have led me straight to Greyson’s room, I tugged back on him as we passed the playroom. “Why don’t we set it up in here? It would be better for me to lead my Courtesan. All I could do in the dark room was offer her up as nothing more than a restrained woman on a bed.”
Aiden leaned a shoulder against a wall, his eyes trailing down my body and up again when he asked, “What do you have in mind?”
Mischief was the curve to my lips. “The swing? It would be easy enough to set up, and a hell of a lot more fun.”
Voice a deep purr, he rubbed his thumb across his lip, “I like the way you think.”
We swept into the playroom together, shoving furniture aside to hook the swing up in the center of the room. A black mess of straps and stirrups, getting a struggling woman into the contraption wouldn’t be easy, but I had no doubt, Aiden would manage.
“We should bring her in first. Have her ready when I walk my Courtesan in.”
Aiden nodded. “She’s going to be kicking and screaming.” Concern in his gaze when he looked at me. “Are you okay with that? I know you prefer avoiding the initial stages.”
Had it been some innocent victim, I would have hesitated to go through with our plan. But I remembered what Anthony had told me about this woman. Not only had she attempted to use Greyson in the same way we were planning to let him use her, she had also blackmailed the Society out of millions of dollars. In a way, she had this coming, it was nothing more than a lesson taught.
“I’m fine. I’ll wait here.”
He strolled out of the room, the woman’s screams growing louder as soon as he’d reached the dark room and opened the door. I could hear the iron frame of the bed slam against a wall, could hear the heavy weight of chains slapping against the wooden floors. A heavier weight sounded then and I knew Aiden had dragged her from the bed.
Stepping into the hallway, I watched as he dragged her down the length of it. Chest to the floor, her arms were extended above her head, fingernails scraping against the wood as she tried and failed to prevent him from tugging her along by an ankle. The only emotion I could see in his expression was annoyance.
It stilled me to realize he was being honest about having no interest to touch the woman he dragged along.
My heart swelled at the thought, despite how fucked up the circumstances were.
Stepping aside, I gave him enough room to round the corner and tug her into the playroom. Her legs slapped down against the wood with a sharp thump as he released her ankle.
“This will go one of two ways,” he told her, boredom in his voice. “You can either cooperate and climb up into the swing like the good little girl you are, or I can fight you into it. If I have to fight, this experience will be a lot worse than I originally planned for you.”
Her face was a mess of tears and snot, her eyes swollen and red as she stared up at him with absolute terror.
“Which way will it be, Mommy?”
I cocked a brow at the name he called her.
She sobbed at his feet, unmoving, refusing to speak. Aiden’s patience was wearing thin.
“I suggest you climb to your feet.”
She was a pretty woman. Blond hair that fell to her hips, light eyes, sharp cheekbones that rode high on her face. Her figure was dainty, slim yet toned, the type of girl who would attract the eye of many men in a crowd. I wanted to feel sorry this had happened to her. I didn’t like to see people in pain, but then I remembered this wasn’t some unsuspecting stranger from off the streets. She wasn’t an unsuspecting woman like I had been. No. This girl had not only attempted to take advantage of a man who couldn’t say no, but then thought herself smart enough to play with Masters.
Still, I attempted to help. “You might want to listen. He can get quite violent when challenged.”
Her head spun my direction, stray hair sticking to her tear soaked skin. “Why aren’t you helping me? What is wrong with you people?”
Cocking an eyebrow in question, I smiled. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with us a few weeks ago when you took advantage of one of our Courtesans. If you had cared so much then, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. And if you’d truly thought us horrible people, you would have called the police rather than blackmail our group for millions of dollars.” Sobs wracked her body, her shoulders shaking from their strain. I refused to acknowledge her sudden sense of morality. “I’m sorry, but I’m finding it difficult to give a damn what you think.”
“Stand up,” Aiden reminded her. “This will be the last time I give the order.”
She did as she was told, slowly pushing herself up to stand on quivering legs. I wouldn’t let Greyson hurt her too badly, but the poor girl looked like she was about to be strung up for slaughter.
Aiden turned to me. “Ass up or down?”
“Up,” I answered immediately. “My Courtesan prefers to take a woman from behind.”
I knew that of my Pet, my thoughts going to our encounter in the bathtub.
It took some time to finally get her in place, but after strapping her in, Aiden had her lying on her stomach, legs hanging down in stirrups, arms pulled back above her from the rear. I knew the position well, knew it immobilized you because of the pain in the shoulders. Her head hung down, hair falling at the sides, her tears still dripping from her face to stain the floor beneath her.
Aiden gave the swing a shove to the left, the poor woman spinning in place until the motion stopped and she swung back in the opposite direction.
A small smile stretched his lips when he glanced over at me. “It’s your turn, Master Rebecca. I’ll wait while you fetch your Courtesan.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
AIDEN
She was magnificent, my Pet, a woman who wore strength like a cloak, who could submit to her Master’s wishes with such unfettered devotion, but then turn around in the next instant and defy him with such fire that it burned to touch the skin.
In a light colored dress that did nothing to hide her feminine curves, she stared across the playroom at me while I readied Sarah, her expression one of fierce determination.
I won’t lie. I assumed she would buckle when Sarah screamed, assumed Rebecca’s heart would feel the fear and pain of a woman being dragged down the hallway, but she hadn’t. Instead, she’d rounded her shoulders, her posture tall as she stepped aside to allow me into the room.
And what she’d said to Sarah was a surprise as well. Eloquently, she’d listed Sarah’s crimes, had explained without hesitating why mercy would not be delivered tonight.
Rebecca understood the beast inside me, only because she had been the beauty to tame it.
Nodding her head, she strode from the room with an assured stride, her heels clicking down the hall as she went to fetch her pet. Sarah swung lazily beside me, her earlier screams now muted into sniffling sobs.
Rebecca and Greyson appeared a few minutes later, her Courtesan crawling behind her with such obedience that it surprised me to see the change in a man who’d been practically feral when first brought into my home.
In Rebecca’s hand was a leather crop, the tip
lightly slapping her leg as she looked down at the Courtesan at her feet. “Do you remember this woman?”
Greyson nodded, his brown hair a mess around his face from having been roused from bed for this treat we would give him.
“She hurt you once, didn’t she? Took what you had not offered? Do you remember what you did to her for that?”
Sarah whimpered at the reminder while something violent bled into Greyson’s gaze. When he didn’t answer immediately, Rebecca slapped his ass with the crop, the kiss of leather a sharp sound bouncing off the walls of the playroom.
“Answer me when I ask you a question, Pet.”
He looked up at her and I recognized the adoration in his gaze. I felt the same every time I had her to myself. “I bit her, Master. I’d like to bite her again.”
Sarah started to cry louder to hear his response. Rolling my eyes, I crossed the room to open a closet. Selecting a ball gag, I returned to her, ignoring her begging when I forced her mouth open and buckled it in place. Her voice now muted, I turned back to where Rebecca stood waiting.
Crouching beside her Courtesan, Rebecca’s expression was bemused censure, the skirt of her dress stretched over her thighs where Greyson’s head lightly rested. I wanted to rip him away from her the instant their bodies touched, my hand fisting with the compulsion, but I held my stance and watched.
Her voice was a soft caress. “What have I taught you about that? Are you trying to get yourself punished?”
His eyes brightened, the thrill of pain exciting a man I still didn’t trust. Paul never got back to me regarding Jake’s supposed son. I tried not to think about exactly who the man was that touched my Courtesan.
“Please,” he whispered.
Glossed lips pulled into a knowing smile. “Only if you promise to behave when I finally let you have her. One bite and I’ll never touch you again.”
He nodded, pure anticipation beaming on his face. Shaking my head, I couldn’t believe how much Greyson truly loved pain. It reminded me of what Jake’s other two Courtesans had told me, how Greyson would be whipped before being asked to perform. Apparently the punishment is what drove him mad and turned him on.
I suddenly regretted having tormented him. I’d been played into giving him what he wanted.
“Go to the cross, Pet. But I want you to be a good boy and let Master Aiden buckle you into it. If you trust him and behave, I’ll make it extra special.”
Fuck...the sensuous tone of her voice would make any man want to behave. I was halfway tempted to buckle myself into the damn cross with every intention to growl at Greyson if he tried to get in my way.
Her Courtesan nodded his head, pushed to his feet and crossed the room. Watching him walk, I eyed the loose jeans he was wearing, recognized them as mine. A grin tugged at my lips to know Rebecca, like me, had broken rules and taken things without permission.
It was just like her.
I wouldn’t punish her for the defiance.
I would simply take it out on her lovely behind when next I had her alone.
Greyson positioned himself at the cross, his body still as he waited for me to approach and secure his arms and legs. Stepping up behind him, I fought the urge to whisper a reminder of what occurred between us last time we were within arm’s reach.
Stretching his arms above him, he allowed me to buckle his wrists into the cuffs, and he spread his legs when it was time to lock his ankles into the shackles. His back bare, he dropped his head forward for his chin to touch his chest, a quiet, strong presence that had rendered itself completely helpless to a beautiful woman.
When I finished, I looked over to find Rebecca standing back, whip in hand, fire burning behind emerald green eyes.
My cock was hard the next second, my pants uncomfortably tight. Not to see a woman naked and strapped into a swing. Not to witness a man I didn’t much like about to have his back stripped red by the violence of leather. But to see a woman as docile as my Pet transform into a Master that would go toe to toe with any man or woman who challenged her.
The transformation was stunning.
It was up in the air about whether I would be able to get through this demonstration without escorting her away to have my own brand of fun in another room away from the eyes of the Sarah and Greyson.
Or I could just let them watch. It wasn’t like Rebecca and I had an issue with exhibitionism.
I stepped away, clearing her path. Sarah groaned from where she swung. The sounds she was making bled into the background while I watched with intent fascination as Rebecca reared her arm back to bring the whip down on Greyson’s body, a stain of red splitting his skin as the crack of leather was a sharp sound in the room.
The cuffs that bound him shook with the impact, a groan bleeding from his lips as his head raised for just a moment, the pain settling into him to become the ultimate pleasure.
“Count them off for me, Pet. You mess up once and I stop.”
His deep voice was drowning in gritty lust. “One.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the sound of the whip that frightened Sarah where she swung at my side, but she started screaming despite the gag, her shrill voice ruining the moment. Turning to her, I slapped her across the face. The bitch was pissing me off. Her screams died away, rendered into ridiculous sobs.
“Oh, get over it,” I snapped. “You asked for this.”
Rebecca glanced at me from over her shoulder and lifted a brow in question. I shrugged a shoulder, smiled and leaned back against the wall to continue being the silent witness.
Four more cracks against Greyson’s back. He never failed to keep the count, his muscles bunching and flexing with each one until he was practically shaking in place and ready to go.
Rebecca stepped up behind him, tracing a finger over one of the welts. It was impressive to see she had enough control of the whip to have refrained from drawing blood. “Are you ready for her now? Would you like to prove to your Master just how well you can behave?”
He nodded his head rather than answering aloud.
“Good boy. I’ll free your cuffs, but don’t move until I tell you.”
It took her a moment to free all four cuffs, but Greyson stood in place, the perfect Pet, never moving even one step away as she took her time straightening her posture to quietly stand behind him.
A burst of sorrow flowed through me to think this would be enough to set her free. A demonstration like this was exactly what was needed for her to be titled a true Master. I wasn’t sure what I would do when the time came. All I knew is I couldn’t stand back and watch her walk out of my life.
Running her fingernails down the center line of his spine, Rebecca toyed with the man she Mastered. I was suddenly jealous, suddenly needy, my hands clenching with the desire to bend her over my knee and dominate.
“Are you ready for your treat, Pet? Can I trust you to take a woman without hurting her?” Pushing up to her toes, she gripped her hand in his hair to pull his head back. Her lips were against his ear, but still she spoke just loudly enough for me to hear her. “She can’t say no.”
Another soft complaint from Sarah and I smacked her again. Eventually she’d get the message that what she had to say didn’t matter. Thankfully, the gag did a good job to mute the annoying sound of her voice.
Greyson turned, his body hard, his jeans tented with what I presumed was an impressive cock. None of it turned me on, nothing holding my attention except for the immaculate control of the female Master at his side.
I had never seen something so lovely, and I hated myself for not thinking to document this moment with my camera. I needed a picture of this side of Rebecca to hang among all the others.
“Pants off,” she commanded. Greyson complied, his dick hard and ready for Sarah’s body. Grabbing him by the shaft, Rebecca led him across the room, stopping when they were standing behind the swing.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. A man only had so much restraint.
Stepping aside, Rebecca tugged
Greyson into position, her fingers still gripping his cock when she commanded, “Grab her hips, Pet. Pull her pussy to you. But you’re not allowed to have her until I say.”
Next to me, Sarah sniffled and cried, her tears falling once again to dot the floor. Crouching beside her, I spoke softly, my head at the same level as hers. “I really don’t understand why you’re so upset. Would you like him to call you Mommy while he fucks you? I’m sure with a little begging on your part, that can be arranged.”
She didn’t answer, not that I thought she would. Although this wasn’t as violent as I usually preferred for the first encounter, I couldn’t deny it was fun.
I pushed to my feet again, watching as Rebecca used two fingers to circle the midway point of Greyson’s cock. “To here only. Push in her pussy and stop. Don’t go deeper. Don’t pull out. I have a surprise for your good behavior.”
Rebecca released his cock to step behind him. Greyson obeyed to the letter, despite what I could tell as a fierce desire to sink himself fully inside Sarah. He didn’t like this women, most likely wanted vengeance for what she’d taken from him, but Rebecca was doing an excellent job keeping him restrained.
The crack of leather caught my attention, my head swinging right to see Rebecca using the crop again. Greyson’s fingers tightened over Sarah’s hips, a growl escaping his throat.
Rebecca smiled. “One thrust. In and out, then I’ll smack you again. Take any more than that and I’ll make you stop.”
His jaw ticked in response to the instruction, but he did as she said, his thrusts violent despite the parameters he’d been given.
In. Out. Leather against skin.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I almost felt sorry for the guy. What she was doing to him was sensual torture.
Interestingly, Sarah didn’t make a sound, her body taut in wait for Rebecca to give the word that Greyson could do what he wanted.
As for me, I was done waiting. I needed my Pet like I’d never needed her before. Clearing my throat, I caught her eye. “I think I need to take you into another room for a little while. If you don’t mind, that is.”