“Yes, sir,’ they replied in unison.
I stared at the two-way glass, wondering if Chastain was standing behind it.
“I’m ready,” whispered Shay.
I LEANED AGAINST THE TWO-WAY glass with my trembling hands splayed against it, staring through at Cameron and Shay.
They were here. They’d come for me.
Cameron’s hair was disheveled, and with his five o’clock shadow he actually looked dangerous. Shay matched his ruggedness and was looking at him with concern.
I could see why.
Upon that four-poster bed sat three pretty naked subs, waiting patiently for these two alphas.
No, please no…
Don’t betray me.
My elation was fast disappearing. I dared to look back at Master Chastain. His eyes were filled with amusement as he tapped a leather whip against his palm. “You’re about to see what kind of man you were going to marry.”
“I’m still going to marry him.” I turned to face the window.
They were just one room away. If I ran out the door and through the next one…
Chastain walked over to a control panel and turned a switch. The sound came on in the room. We’d hear every word they spoke. Every noise.
Everything…
Cameron and Shay’s whispers carried; they were huddled in the corner talking privately.
“Hey!” I shouted.
“They can’t hear you,” warned Chastain. “If you bang on the glass again, I’ll whip you. If you try to escape, I’ll whip you. If you fail to watch, I’ll fuck you.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“It pleases me.”
I turned around and hurried toward him. “Whatever disagreement you have with Cam, it was a long time ago. You were cordial in the restaurant. You looked like you were friends.”
He peered over my shoulder. “You’re missing it.”
“We have money. We’ll give you whatever you want. I’m begging you.”
The tip of Chastain’s whip lifted my chin. “I will be checking to see how wet you are afterward.”
“You’re a monster.”
“You flatter me, Mia.” He spun me around and flung me over the back of a velvet chair. “Just to prove I always mean what I say—”
He grabbed a handful of my hair as his whip struck my ass with a snap. I yelped from the intense pain, unable to escape his grasp. My fingers curled into the velvet as I rode out the agony of each strike, my heart aching for Cameron, who was so close and yet so far away.
“Would you like to watch?” Chastain yanked my head back.
“If it pleases you,” I bit out.
“Go have fun.” He released me and pointed to the window.
I rose and moved away, wanting to spew out words to express my hatred and disgust for him. I wanted to tell Chastain what a sick and ruined human being he was, but the stinging of my butt was a strong deterrent.
I stumbled back toward the window and pressed my hands to it again, wishing that Cameron could sense my presence. I wanted to run into his arms. I wanted him to sweep me up and carry me out of here. I needed him more than the air I breathed.
He would find me. I had to believe that. He’d come this far.
So close.
“No playing with yourself,” he snapped.
“Fuck you,” I spat at him.
“One more word and I’ll fuck you as you watch.”
“You promised no one would touch me.”
“I didn’t mean me.” He came closer, peering through. “Well, I didn’t expect this.”
Cameron was dominating the scene as only he could, and I realized he was turning this into the session Shay had once begged for. Right now, he was ignoring those wide-eyed submissives. Somehow, some way, I’d forgive Cameron if he fucked Shay.
But them?
Cameron removed Shay’s jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt, helping him out of it. When he tugged down Shay’s pants and underwear, his enormous erection bounced free. Cameron gave it a slap. Which only made Shay harder. Shay was completely naked now.
Cam peeled off his own shirt and threw it over the same corner chest where he’d laid Shay’s clothes. He kept his trousers on, but took off his shoes and socks.
Bare-chested and barefoot, Cameron emanated the presence of an alpha, all toned muscles and six-pack abs, his extraordinary physique exposed. From the way the submissives studied him hungrily, they all wanted a taste of him.
He was mine.
Cameron walked Shay over to the foot of the bed and positioned him to pose with his feet slightly apart. Then he knelt at his feet to secure the ankle chains, wrapping the other end around each post at floor-level. When Cameron rose to face him, Shay obediently held out his arms so the metal handcuffs could be attached to his wrists before being pulled tight, securing Shay’s taut outstretched arms to the bed posts.
Shay focused on his master’s every move with anticipation. Perspiration spotted his brow, electricity crackling between them. Though I knew they were trying to act like seasoned guests, and this was probably how they’d gotten in. This had to be their way of maintaining their cover.
Still, everything about this scene was erotic and dangerous and forbidden.
So very Hillenbrand.
The pretty submissives resting on the bed couldn’t take their eyes off the sculpted back of the spectacular man bound before them. Their eager expressions hinted they wanted to become part of the scene. I, too, had once stared upon Cameron in awe, never once believing a man of his stature and male beauty could be mine.
He carried himself with a graceful authority, ruling the room like a king, knowing he carried all the power. Cameron found the wall panel controlling the light effects. He turned a dial and the lighting dimmed to a deep red hue.
I tried to read him, but his expressionless façade made it impossible, which was so like Cole when he was under pressure. He strolled from one end of the room to the other to find the music panel, where he took a few seconds to choose the very piece I’d requested for our last session: Heroin by Maya Beiser.
Perhaps this was his way of paying homage to Danton, who had introduced him to this life, because I suddenly heard the strings of a cello rising up to flood the chamber, transforming the mood like a menacing fugue.
Perhaps he’d never stopped loving Danton.
My thoughts were so addled I couldn’t grasp what I was watching. It felt like glimpsing a private moment I had no right to see.
From the many accoutrements hanging neatly along the left wall, Cameron chose a six foot braided leather flogger and carried it back. The men held each other’s stares as they took a moment to prepare. Cameron seemed to be mulling over whether he was really going through with this, and at the same time testing Shay’s resolve.
A nod of consent came from his naked captive, so subtle he could have missed it if he’d turned away. Before him stood a proud man with a hefty erection that throbbed with anticipation, a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his shaft, as he flexed his muscles preparing to be mastered entirely. Permission was given with an adoration that couldn’t be faked.
Cameron flicked the flogger and it snapped Shay’s cock, causing him to wince but not shy away. He merely gritted his teeth and accepted this extraordinary gift of a continued assault at a steady pace. Cam struck Shay’s chest and then moved slowly to his biceps before expertly moving down to meet his trembling thighs, deliberately missing Shay’s pulsing cock. Those figure eight movements continued in a hypnotic rhythm that caused Shay to slip into subspace. He greeted each hit by leaning forward with his arms pulled back as he sank further into a delicious trance.
With Shay finally lulled, Cameron threw the flogger down and attached spiked clamps to his sub’s nipples. Shay gave him a look of defiance, but after a moment or so his heavy-lidded expression morphed into pleasure.
Watching as though I were alone, I followed Cameron’s movements, his calm stroll across the room, his foc
us as he rifled through the toys until he’d found the one he was looking for—a red bejeweled butt plug.
When it was held to his mouth, Shay suckled the tip of the plug to wet it, and then he braced himself as Cameron placed his right knee on the bed so he could reach behind Shay, opening his butt cheeks so he could insert the plug. Shay winced with the strain and then surrendered to the bliss of the pressure he felt inside.
Cameron seemed to be waiting for those sensations to settle as he cupped Shay’s balls and whispered to him, giving him a few moments to recover.
I knew all too well how he read what a sub needed. Soothe when doubt seeped in. Calm when the sting burned too harshly. Correct and punish when disobedience was detected.
With a nod of approval, Cameron reached for the wooden paddle and again leaned on the bed to reach Shay’s buttocks, striking so hard he had to be hitting that plug too, as wails of want and frustration filled the room; the violence unfolding in an exquisite way.
Shay’s expression reflected agony that morphed into one of exhilaration as he rose higher and higher with each strike, his jaw tight, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling, cock rigid as he yelled through his rising climax.
“Not until I permit,” warned Cameron.
I knew this game, this cruel tease that was virtually impossible to comply to. Only a seasoned sub trained in edge play could obey and not release. Only a sub with a strong will could tolerate this level, because at times it felt like the body itself would rebel against the mind and plunge itself into an orgasm; only a seasoned master could pull him back.
“My cock feels amazing.” Shay’s arms trembled against the strain.
“Silence,” ordered Cameron.
For one of them, the pretty brunette, it was all too much and she reached between her thighs and began strumming her clit.
Cameron grabbed her by the throat to make her stop and she complied. His show of power stunned them all. They rose up on their knees and brought their hands behind their backs in a pose of submission—all three pussies glistening.
Cameron turned his attention back to Shay.
Within a minute, he had slid a gold-colored cock ring onto Shay’s mighty erection and worked it all the way down with nimble fingers to slide over his balls until they were captured within. The ring dug into his flesh, making his thighs tremble. Fascinated, Shay peered down and then his gaze met Cameron’s in total awe—this contraption would contain him and bring stabs of delicious pain into his groin. Shay seemed to yearn for more, his hips pumping as though chasing after the burn; I imagined his body had released endorphins to carry his consciousness to a state of bliss.
“Fuck you,” Shay challenged him.
A fierce slap across his face made him moan.
From the cock ring, Cameron attached a fine chain that led all the way to Shay’s nipples. With gentle tugs, he sent ripples of pleasure through Shay, who begged with his eyes for his master to stop, or to never cease, his expression one of tortured bliss as the veins bulged along his shaft.
The tension between them continued to crackle as Cameron grabbed the shaft of Shay’s cock and slid off the ring and then removed the nipple claps. He wrapped his palm around Shay’s length to taunt and squeeze it with a slow gliding motion that would have caused a lesser man to come.
“Forgive me,” said Shay.
“This is what you begged for,” seethed Cameron. “So how is it?’
Shay glared at him. “Everything.”
“It better be.”
“It’s…”
“Don’t come,” warned Cameron. “Under any circumstances.”
“Mercy, please, Master.”
“Too much?” asked Cameron.
“Yes.” Shay bit down on his lip as though that might help.
Cameron whispered something to him and Shay’s head snapped back in surprise. Whatever words had been spoken had seemingly had a profound effect. Shay looked around the room as though searching for answers, his posture shifting.
The scene unfolded as Cameron pinched and slapped him and then used some of the unusual instruments of torture on Shay, going back to the table each time to find a new device to inflict pain—spiked accessories, scissors that he dragged across reddened flesh, and when he threatened Shay’s cock with a spiked glove, I closed my eyes.
Shay’s yells filled the room and I dared not watch.
Yet when I finally braved a look, Shay was in a trance-like state of martyrdom, his gaze turned skyward, seemingly having reached nirvana.
“Come before I permit you and I will destroy you.” The warning came with a snap of Cole’s fingers to get the blonde’s attention.
She leaped off the bed and followed his order to kneel before Shay. Her mouth opened as the tip of his cock was brought between her lips with precision.
“Just his tip,” Cameron instructed her. “Suckle.”
Shay’s moan echoed throughout the dungeon.
Cameron walked away to grab a chair and drag it back across the room. He sat in it, crossing one long leg over the other, leaning back to watch.
“Jesus Christ,” hissed Shay.
“As I’ve told you,” Cameron said defiantly, “I like to watch.”
“I’m gonna come.” Shay pulled on his chains, but they were too fixed to move and he couldn’t pull his groin away from the blinding pleasure.
This was the cruelest tease. The sub merely held his tip just inside her mouth, still and obedient, posed on her knees with her hands behind her back and saliva trickling.
“Steady your breathing,” Cameron instructed him. “Center yourself and relax.”
Shay breathed through the rising pressure and his expression changed to pure focus as he followed the order, striving to tolerate the cruelest pleasure.
“She’s flicking her tongue around my head,” Shay complained.
“That’s fine.” Cameron looked amused. “What I need is for you to obey me.”
“For God’s sake.” Shay shuddered violently.
“Show me how well you adhere to your master’s rules.”
“I can do this.” He panted through his struggle. “I’ll do it for you.”
“Good.” The way Cole’s hands were held together in a contemplative arch, the way time fell away at his command, it seemed both magical and majestic. “You know me well, Shay. I’m giving you the session you deserve.”
I wondered if Shay regretted his request. His face was scrunched in concentration, his body bound and owned from the building pressure of his nearing climax, his breaths short and sharp as tears formed at the corner of his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”
“So you told me.”
And I had known this all along. This wasn’t a revelation. Though now, I wondered if Cameron loved him as deeply.
“I can’t…”
“Prove your words. Obey.”
Shay barely nodded, his body drenched in sweat as he forced himself to hold on longer. Cameron pushed himself to his feet and snapped his fingers, indicating the submissive should let Shay go.
Within seconds, Shay’s bindings were loosened and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his thighs trembling. His expression fraught as he watched another of the young submissive’s scramble over to sit on his lap. As directed by Cole, the redhead faced forwards and slid down onto him until his cock was buried deep inside her and her legs rested on either side of his with her toes off the ground. She gave Cameron a Mona Lisa smile.
“You’ve all been very good girls.” Cameron smirked his approval. “Time to reward you.”
The blonde was still kneeling before Shay, only this time her mouth was clamped on the redhead’s pussy. The sounds of her lapping filled the room. As they rose toward orgasms, their groans mingled with the hypnotic notes of a cello.
Again, Cameron stood back to admire his finely orchestrated erotica, his face showing compassion for the man before him.
To prove Cameron was indeed a master of the dark arts, he ordered each woma
n to take a turn riding Shay. They circulated obediently as the other knelt before them and performed cunnilingus to the one riding Shay. Each taking turns, rotating until Shay was dripping in sweat and begging for release.
Cameron sat down once more to watch the vision unfold as the women found their rhythm and continued to share.
Shay begged Cameron with his eyes as a submissive writhed and squirmed with his cock buried deep inside her, bouncing and squealing her joy as the woman between her thighs ravaged her clit, bringing her friend over in a fit of screams.
Cameron rose and moved near them.
He leaned past the girl riding Shay, grabbing either side of his face with what looked like an ironclad hold.
Shay licked his mouth. “I’m gonna pass out.”
“You may come.” Cameron held his stare. “Look at me when you do.”
Shay surrendered, jerking his seed into the woman riding him, his jaw slack, finally yielding after enduring what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy. The session ended, leaving heat-soaked bodies and spent submissives who tumbled onto the bed behind them.
Shay sat on the edge, a panting, trembling mess, his torso glistening, a look of adoration on his face for the one who’d orchestrated the play.
“Out.” The submissives were ordered to leave by Cameron.
They slid off the bed and with big smiles hurried toward the exit. Somehow, some way, Cameron had managed to leave everyone sated without touching them intimately.
He glared at Shay. “There’s your session.”
A look of confusion flashed over Shay’s face. Cameron saw it and reached up to run his hand through his friend’s hair, ruffling it with affection to bring him down, perhaps as a prelude to the aftercare.
His captive was freed from his chains and allowed to climb onto the bed behind him. As he rolled onto his side, Cameron covered him with a fur throw.
Then he sat beside him, watching and waiting, perhaps for any sign he might need something more.
Cole finally rose from the bed and walked over to face the glass window; his chest glistening with perspiration, his breathing measured, his dark glare staring through with a deadly precision that both terrified and exhilarated me. I became aware of the dampness between my thighs; I was aroused.
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