by Ann Jacobs
Chapter Three
“Do you plan to keep me naked, Master? Or may I go and look for something that you’ll find enticing in the trunk I brought with me from Earth?”
Amber stood at the edge of the bed the following day, still shaky on her feet but apparently determined to get around under her own steam, at least as far as the bathing room.
Cole laced an arm under hers, supporting her as she made her way to the bath. “Take care of the necessities. Call for me when you’re finished. I will provide you with what I want you to wear.”
It wouldn’t be anything she’d brought with her, for he wanted no reminders that she had dressed to please other Doms before him. He knew what he wanted her to wear—a costume he’d ordered for a special scene at the club, one he realized now that he’d selected with her in mind.
He hurried downstairs to a storeroom near the dressing area and quickly found the costume—a delicately embroidered brocade corset that featured a built-in slave collar and a flowing see-through skirt.
Good. The silky fabric of the skirt was soft enough that it wouldn’t irritate Amber’s brand. He didn’t trust her to tell him if she was uncomfortable, not yet. That bothered him.
Everything he knew about her indicated that there was a vulnerable area in her psyche, no less dangerous in its own way than Ciel’s self-destructive nature. Amber obviously harbored the belief that a good sex slave should suffer whatever her master chose to dish out.
He’d change that. In time, he’d teach her that the slave of his fantasies would help her master to bring her the greatest pleasure by making it easy for him to protect her from harm. Once she developed a sense of self-protection that he sensed was missing in her emotional makeup, he could relax, follow his dominant instincts and maximize their mutual joy.
As he hurried back to his rooms, he imagined Amber suspended on a fucking swing, her skirt lifted to bare her firm ass cheeks and his brand, the corset cinching her narrow waist and pushing up her full breasts. Gold rings would dangle from her rouged nipples, catching his eye and inviting him to play.
He imagined her ass bare and open to him, available for him to taste and fuck for his pleasure and fondle with affection whenever they were not in position to play. He’d keep her cunt and ass easily accessible for his cock, his tongue, his hands…
She’d be his personal feast, hanging on a St. Andrew’s cross for him to nibble and suck until she begged for mercy. Between courses of her sweet nectar, he’d come in her mouth and cunt and ass. Then he’d devour her wet, swollen pussy with his tongue before fucking her incredibly hot, tight ass.
Just imagining what he’d do to her had Cole’s cock rock-hard and throbbing. Amber made him crazy, able to think about nothing but her and him and the hot sex that he sensed he’d never get enough of.
The costume draped over his arm, he returned to his bedroom, anxious to see his slave as he’d envisioned her.
“Master?” Her voice drifted to his ears from the bathing room, beckoning him, making him fantasize about fucking her in the big hot tub. Later. Like many other scenes he intended to share with her, the tub would have to wait for her brand to heal. “Master?”
He threw open the door and went inside.
She stood, her back to a floor-to-ceiling mirror, her head turned so she could see that brand. “It is beautiful already, Master, because it marks me as your own.”
Turning, she presented her ass, the left cheek with its distinct design of a lily—his lily, the one he’d never look at and not grow angry, because he’d always remember what lay beneath it. Her plump rosy cunt lips already glistened with her honey. “I found what I want you to wear. Come, and I will dress you.”
He’d been right. The rose-colored brocade emphasized her delicate skin and made the pierced tips of her breasts seem redder, more inviting, as if he’d already chafed the tender flesh with his teeth and tongue. A heavy hot-pink leather collar ringed her slender neck, its metal loops positioned perfectly to anchor the slender straps that crossed from front to back of the corset.
Hooked, the garment emphasized a tightly cinched waist between her fully exposed breasts. The gauzy skirt let him enjoy a delightful view of her mound and firm, rounded buttocks, including his brand.
Cole knelt, lifted the skirt and tongued her clit. Before rising he rubbed his chin playfully against her glistening pussy lips. “I fantasized about seeing you wearing this, but the reality is so much better.”
“It pleases me that you are pleased, Master.” She smiled, a siren’s invitation he couldn’t resist.
His cock was as hard as stone. His balls felt as if they’d burst. She looked like a submissive angel—his—and he was of no mind to deny her plea for sexual satisfaction. He buried his face between her breasts, squeezing them, taking first one nipple and then the other in his mouth, worrying the barbells in her piercings and biting at the tips until they became rigid nubs.
She grasped his head, holding him there as though begging him for more. He obliged. His nose grazed the straps, tugged at her collar, a reminder to him that she was his slave…his responsibility to give the ultimate pleasure.
The collar was a symbol, a reminder to her that she’d given herself to him. Her body, her will, her very life, if that was what he wanted. Amber’s heart overflowed as she watched Cole suckle her jutting nipples and felt the dampness and warmth of his mouth as he flailed them with his tongue. Her breath caught in her chest, constricted not so much by the tightly laced corset as by the sheer joy of feeling his collar around her neck. Of realizing that, for better or worse, she was her master’s to do with as he would.
She threaded her fingers through his dark silky hair and stroked the corded muscles of his neck, his broad shoulders. Every tug of his lips, each scrape of his teeth, felt incredibly delicious, not just where he was suckling but deep in her belly, her aching pussy. If he didn’t make love to her, she thought she’d die.
As though he understood her silent plea, he pushed down his sweatpants and sat on a chair by the window, pulling her down to sit astride him. Carefully, she lifted her skirt and let it billow over his powerful thighs. She impaled herself on his cock inch by delicious inch until his balls rested between her cunt lips, warm and smooth and nestled against her rear hole.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.” Hands steadied on his muscular shoulders, she rose on her knees until his cock head was barely lodged inside her cunt, then slammed herself back down until he nudged the mouth of her womb. So long and thick. So hard.
Her anal sphincter muscles clenched as though she wanted him to take her there too. Amber tightened her vaginal muscles around her master’s cock, squeezing him, taunting him as she lifted her ass, relaxing as she slammed back down on him. Over and over. Again and again as the pressure built inside her, threatening to break free.
A moan escaped her lips. A moan that sounded a lot like his name.
“Yeah, it’s me, your master. Let go. I want to feel you coming for me.” Cole caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He used them like reins to direct her motion—down until he felt his testicles bounce against her flesh, then up until she held only his cock head inside her body. Over and over, she rode him.
The pressure built, harder and faster until he felt her go tense as all the dammed-up emotions inside her collided in a climax that seemed to go on forever.
She bathed his cock in her hot, wet juices as her cunt clenched his flesh as though it would never let him go. He couldn’t wait. Had to spurt out his essence in her cunt, claim her once more as his own.
“Oh yeah, baby, I’m coming.” Grasping her around her tightly laced waist, he slammed her down on him hard and held her there as he came in long, hard spurts. As she milked him of every last drop.
When he collapsed against the chair back, spent, she held his softening flesh deep within her cunt. What they’d just shared wasn’t only sex, it was full of a thousand feelings. It wasn’t only a sign of mutual acceptance, master and s
lave, but rather a combination…an erotic mix of feelings Cole vowed would never end.
* * * * *
As the days went by, Amber healed. So did Ciel, although Amber knew it worried Cole that his sister had not regained consciousness except for short periods when she moaned and whimpered but gave no indication that she was aware of her surroundings.
No Bounds was ready to open, its main dungeon and private rooms spit-shined and polished. The staff members, including pleasure-givers, had been outfitted and instructed as to the club’s rules and their duties. They now amused themselves while awaiting customers who would require their services.
Amber stood in the main dungeon, ready to play her part in the club’s opening festivities. She fingered the fine gold collar Cole had locked around her neck just yesterday, replacing the one that matched the corset he had chosen especially for her. She now owned three more of the corsets in different colors and styles, acquired at a local shop with her master’s wishes in mind.
Idly, she rubbed one of the lines left on her midriff by the rigid boning of the corsets. Then she ran the same finger across the still-tender brand on her butt cheek. Last night Cole had pronounced it healed. Tonight she expected—hoped—that he’d use one of his fine floggers to enhance his pleasure and hers.
Maybe he would ad-lib a flogging into the scene they had rehearsed for the club opening. She looked forward to kneeling at his feet, the matching leash attached to her collar and fastened to his belt, so all who looked would know she was his willing, devoted slave.
She could barely wait to suck his cock, disciplining herself to let her juices flow yet refrain from coming as a good slave should. Hopefully her master would not withhold permission beyond her ability to hold back.
Only after she came would he lead her into the dungeon’s observation room to play out a scene they’d rehearsed every day for the past week. Cole would remove the jewelry in her piercings and replace them with small rings joined together with a length of slender gold chain. He’d lick her pussy, then make her suck his cock before looping her leash through the chain and pulling her to her feet.
The part she liked best was when he’d kiss her afterward, licking the remnants of his orgasm from her mouth while he jiggled the chains. In the finale, she would go up on all fours, her ass in the air. And she’d beg him to fuck her there.
The fact they’d be playing to a full gallery of customers gave her a wicked sense of arousal. Not that the idea of playing with her master wasn’t erotic enough to keep her cunt wet 24/7.
Amber toyed with the end of her leash. Where was Cole? The doors of No Bounds were set to open in less than an hour now, and surely he would want to be here, overseeing the activity.
* * * * *
“But Amber is mine!” Ciel screeched. “Mine.”
As glad as Cole was that his sister had finally awakened, he could have done without her screaming like a banshee less than half an hour before No Bounds was set to open. “No, Ciel. Amber was—is—your friend. She was never your slave or even your sub.”
“Bastard. She is my slave. She has belonged to me since long before you grew up and became a Dom. You can’t take her from me.”
“I have taken her. I’ve collared her. Tonight I will claim her as mine for all my guests at the club opening to see.” Cole spat the words angrily, but then he looked at his sister’s hollow cheeks, her sunken eyes. Ciel was sick. Sicker than he’d realized. Damn it, he should have seen it, gotten her help long ago, intervened before she had placed Amber’s well-being and her own at risk.
Still, as much as he loved his sister, part of him reacted to her claim to Amber as if Ciel had been another man. Amber belonged to him. She was his to care for and protect, and there was no way he’d let Ciel have her back to use and expose to psychos like Dax.
When Ciel started shaking uncontrollably, Cole bent to embrace her. She turned in his grasp, attacking and clawing at his face like a demon possessed. Blood ran down his cheek in the twin paths she’d gouged with talon-like nails. Finally he managed to grab her and restrain her before she could do herself or him more harm.
“Calm down,” he said through clenched teeth. “You can’t best me in a fight and you know it. Nothing you do or say will change anything.”
“Where is Dax?” She suddenly quit fighting, apparently conceding that she was no match for Cole’s strength. “He swore he would brand Amber, make her so ugly that no master would want her.”
“He’s in prison.”
Ciel tried again to pull away, with enough strength that Cole had to struggle to hold her down. When she cried out, the sound that came out of her throat was more a feral scream than a sentient response. It became crystal clear to Cole that his sister had completely lost touch with reality.
Cole pressed her back down on the bed and held her there. Then he looked her in the eye, trying desperately to make her see reason. “Believe me, Dax is in jail. And if there’s a merciful God in this universe, he will be staying behind bars for a long, long time.” Cole recalled Amber’s theory that Ciel was a sub in Domme’s clothing. She might have been right. “Tell me you don’t think you want that sadistic bastard.”
“I was about to succeed at subduing him. Amber was helping me.” Ciel jerked loose from Cole’s hold, practically leaped out of bed and went to stare out the window at the raw, red ground he’d recently had plowed to turn it into a garden. “God, but Obsidion is a desolate-looking place. Our father did me no favor, sending me here with Dax and Amber.”
She’d get no argument from Cole about the latter. Many times when he’d tended Amber’s brand, he had thought about killing his father for having exiled the three together. Petrone should have been executed or imprisoned for life on Earth as a common criminal, an outlaw completely beyond redemption.
When Ciel, always mercurial, seemed to have calmed down enough that Cole dared to loosen his grip on her, he persuaded her to take her medicine and crawl back into bed. “Give it time, Ciel. If we work together we can make Obsidion a paradise where Earthlings can come to indulge their passions amongst all the luxuries of home.”
“You really believe that?”
“Yes I do. But we have to take it one step at a time. Meanwhile, I need to go. It’s time we opened our doors to our first customers.
“Rest now.” Bending, Cole kissed his sister’s forehead. “I need you to get well, so you can show our club Dommes how we treat our subs at No Bounds.” He had only a few minutes to tend his ravaged cheek and change into the black leather chaps, vest and boots he was to wear in the scene with Amber.
* * * * *
“Ciel was awake just now,” Cole whispered a few minutes later when he joined Amber and clipped her leash to the thick silver chain around his waist.
“I must go to her.” Amber made a move toward the stairs but stopped cold when he didn’t lead the way. “Master.”
“Not now.”
“But Master…”
“I said not now. I gave her the medicine Ulrica left for when she came to. By now she should be sleeping again. Besides, we have a club to open.” If he could, he’d shield Amber forever from his sister’s misplaced possessiveness. While he couldn’t manage that with them both living in the quarters above No Bounds, he could and would postpone the inevitable confrontation for as long as possible.
Amber reached a hand up to her throat, fingered his collar. “Does she know you’re now my Master?”
“Yes. She knows. Did you think I’d keep this from my own sister?” Cole traced the path his collar took, feeling a burst of pride that Amber had chosen him. “I want the whole world to know you are my slave, that you love me and I love you.”
Her eyes widened when she noticed the angry scratches along his cheek. “She…why did she do this to you?” Very gently, she traced the lines of the wounds.
“Hush. It’s nothing.”
Tears filled her eyes, caught on the thick fringes of her eyelashes. “We were friends. Never more. Oh God,
Master, she must have thought—”
“That you were her slave. I assured her you were not and never had been, that you were and are her friend, even though the way she used you could easily have gotten you killed.” Cole used his thumb to catch a tear on its way down Amber’s cheek, then rubbed the moisture over her glistening lips. “Come, now—we must greet our guests.”
“She was to have been here too, taking part in the opening ceremonies. Before we left Earth, she’d planned a scene…”
Amber’s hesitation told Cole that he didn’t want to hear the details of what Ciel had planned. Not now, when all he wanted to do was concentrate on Amber, on showing the guests he’d invited to No Bounds on its opening night that he had taken a slave he loved dearly, one he would go to any lengths to bring to pleasure. “All that’s in the past now, sweetheart. Forget Ciel for now. That’s an order.” He shot her a smile, then tugged at her leash as though he had to coax her to do his bidding.
Chapter Four
Strobe lights played over the silver-flecked walls, the colors blue, purple, red and gold moving in studied dissonance, focusing first on one piece of chrome equipment then another, showcasing the variety of devices a sexual Dominant might use in No Bounds to subdue or pleasure his or her slave. Muted exclamations from the observers in the glassed-in theater above the dungeon floated like disembodied voices in a vacuum, reminding Amber that over a hundred pairs of eyes were looking down at them, even though the owners of those eyes were cloaked in darkness.
In the center of the room now, she went down on her knees, her head bowed respectfully, hands locked behind her back in the classic pose of a submissive. Her master stood before her, his muscular legs braced slightly apart, a flogger gripped in one powerful fist. Music, muted until now, built to a crescendo, heightening her anticipation…her fear.
It wasn’t true fear because she trusted Cole with her life, but more a pleasurable apprehension of the unknown, of how he would overpower her, the places he would take her, places far beyond her control. The fierce arousal that gripped her had begun the moment Cole had tugged on her leash. Even before that.