Soul Rest: A Knights of the Board Room Novel

by Hill, Joey W.

  “I can think of far worse things,” Savannah commented. “Matt gives a wonderful foot massage.”

  “I expect anything Matt massages is wonderful.” Cassandra nudged her. “Lucas gave me a full-body massage once while he had me cuffed to the bed. So many levels of ecstasy, I’m not sure Heaven can compare.”

  Rachel cocked her head at Celeste as she shifted. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. It’s just…you all are so comfortable with this. It’s new to me, the reality of it. No matter how long I’ve thought about it.” The environment seemed to encourage honesty.

  “It’s unsettling to all of us at first.” Cassandra shrugged so matter-of-factly, it eased any fears Celeste had about coming off as foolish again. “But it’s easier to talk about it together like this. And tease one another, because it can be scary as hell.” She laughed at Celeste’s expression. “Yes, you heard me right. Even now, how intense it can be, it’s unreal. And the way they play off of one another… Alone, they’re each overwhelming. Together, there’s an energy that just takes over your reality. It becomes about anything they demand, and you don’t think beyond that.”

  Celeste remembered how she’d sat at a table with the other K&A men after her intense session with Ben. Though that part had been non-sexual—technically—she knew exactly what Cassandra meant. She’d seen it in their expressions, the confident way they surrounded her, cared for her. Tonight she was going to be in a very sexual environment around all of them. The scary thing was knowing she meant what she said to Leland. She didn’t think she would refuse anything he desired to do in front of them. When she thought of him laying her down and thrusting into her in front of them, it felt like a territorial act, a statement of who was his, and her body wasn’t in the least appalled by the idea.

  But she couldn’t deny part of that had to do with who they were. If Leland were taking her to a club tonight, planning to do such a thing in front of strangers, she would have had a big hell no sign blinking over her head. But in a way, this journey to Leland had started with the K&A men. Though she wasn’t part of this inner circle, she was still connected to it, which made the idea not only feasible but arousing. It might be the same for Leland, because when she imagined him taking her in front of people who weren’t these men and women, she wasn’t seeing it happening for him either. Not with how one-on-one he truly was when it came to their interactions with one another.

  Her hand went back up to her throat, fingered those interlocking hearts, cuffs and roses. Virtually the same thoughts she’d had herself had come from Cassandra’s lips, and the others had nodded, the expressions on their faces confirming that they’d each wrestled with the surreal nature of these feelings. Each of them had perhaps wondered how her respective Master could make her surrender so completely, and not just as a one-time fluke, but again and again…

  Anything was possible tonight.

  “Max just pulled up,” Cassandra said. “Ladies? Ready to go?”

  “Absolutely.” Dana bounced up, pulling Rachel with her. “We’ll get him to tell us everything that happened in the back of the limo.”

  “Good luck with that.” Savannah shook her head. “With SEALs, everything is classified.”

  “I’ll threaten to strip down and sit in his lap naked while he’s driving,” Dana said resolutely. “He’ll talk.”

  “He’ll spank you, put you in time-out and turn you over to Peter for punishment,” Rachel said.

  “So a win-win, then.”

  §

  Ben’s loft was in New Orleans’ business district. When they reached the warehouse, Max handed them out of the limo and took them to the lift. “Have a good night, ladies. If your dates do anything to upset you, just give me a call. You know I’ll come back and get you in a heartbeat.”

  Dana gave him a hug full of affection. “We figured you were going to come up and show them how it’s done, Max.”

  He shook his head at that, his lips twitching. “Not built that way.”

  “Yeah, damn it. Our loss is Janet’s gain.” Dana stepped onto the lift, letting him hold her hand to ensure she didn’t catch her heels in the threshold she couldn’t see. “Tell her she was freaking fantastic today.”

  Cassandra nodded emphatically and gave Max a warm hug as well. “Tell her no one could have done a better job. We love her dearly.”

  “She’s family,” Savannah added, meeting Max’s gaze. “As are you.”

  His smile grew warmer at that, the look reflecting his own love for the woman in question, as well as his regard for all the K&A women. “I’ll tell her.”

  “Be sure and tell her several times,” Dana added impishly. “Thoroughly.”

  He chuckled and closed the mesh door before entering the security code that would send them to the third floor. As it ascended and he disappeared from view, Rachel leaned against Dana, squeezed her hand. “He’s much more relaxed about teasing all of us,” she said. “Have you noticed?”

  “He’s still somewhat reserved around Matt, but I’ve noticed it, too,” Cassandra agreed.

  “Well, Matt is his boss. In his world, that’s his commanding officer,” Dana pointed out. “There will always be a reserve there. Plus Matt is Matt. He gives off that vibe.”

  “Yes, he surely does,” Cassandra said with an exaggerated sigh like a swooning heroine. “He’s a walking vibrator.”

  Savannah elbowed her, but Celeste could tell this kind of teasing was normal for all of them. Though she had done things socially with the K&A circle, some of it a benefit of her past history with them but mostly as a result of her friendship with Marcie, this was the first time she’d been included in the banter and sexual energy they emitted as submissives, charged up about the impending evening with their Masters. It couldn’t help but be contagious. Especially with the ball of heat expanding in her lower belly, imagining being with her own steady-eyed Dom tonight. She cleared her throat.

  “I hope Janet isn’t too tired when Max gets home. It would be a crime to waste all that.”

  “Oh, I’m sure she’ll rally enough to take a morsel or two of that cake. And if not, he’ll be there in the morning.”

  “Breakfast is the best time to eat cake anyway,” Rachel added, gray-green eyes twinkling.

  When the lift arrived on the third floor, Jon and Peter were there to unhook the lift door and greet them. As Dana and Rachel gravitated toward their men like magnets, Celeste looked for Leland. She didn’t immediately see him, but the impact of what she did see caught her attention like a shifting magnetic force, drawing her gaze from one tantalizing possibility to another, and another...

  From tidbits of conversation on the way over, she’d learned that Ben had once used this loft as a living space because of its close proximity to the office. Since he and Marcie had made the permanent transition to his Garden District home, he’d converted the whole floor to accommodate BDSM parties with close friends, as well as his and Marcie’s own private adventures here. She found herself looking at a well-equipped adult playground, better even than Club Surreal, if on a smaller scale. Slightly.

  The theme of the room was monochromatic, the walls white and splattered with black paint in an edgy, artistic effect. The bar was black marble. Oil renderings of enlarged black-and-white erotic photographs were mounted in silver frames on the walls. The pictures depicted shadows and soft flesh, hints of sensual pleasures.

  The equipment placed throughout the spacious area and anchored to the hardwood floor was everything a man with Ben’s financial resources could want, for restraint, punishment and pleasuring in myriad creative ways. There were several variations of St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches and frames for restraint. Thanks to her Internet searches, she recognized a couple types of fucking machines and forced orgasm towers. Padded tables offered multiple ways to restrain a submissive, including one with rounded pegs all along the sides to lace thin rope over her. A horizontal frame stretched with latex she guessed was a cocoon bed, where the sub would be pla
ced inside the cocoon and then all the air sucked out of it to mold the latex to the body like a second skin and hold her down.

  Paddles, whips, canes, restraints, gags, vibrators and other stimulating items were mounted on custom-designed racks on the walls in several convenient locations. An elaborate crisscrossing of beams and supports in the back corner was intended for rope suspension, if the adjacent board hung with a number of ropes and a variety of clips were any indication.

  Everything was positioned at appropriate distances to allow whatever pair or group using them a discreet cushion of space to craft their scenes and become absorbed in the energy they raised with one another. Looking around, Celeste understood why the men had needed to leave earlier. Some of the things she was seeing had to have been brought in specifically for this event, which would have required rearrangement of the other standing equipment to ensure that buffer of space.

  In the back shadows on either end of the room several double beds had been set up on frames. She also saw a king-sized mattress turned into a nest on the floor with the use of numerous pillows and a comforter. Between the equipment and the bed areas, groupings of occasional chairs, couches and a couple recliners were set up, along with scattered throw rugs that looked like they were made of one of those thick coverings that felt so lovely on bare flesh, like Sherpa or micro-mink fleece. If anyone wished to move from the equipment to a more comfortable spot for viewing the other players or to conduct a different type of play that didn’t involve the equipment, those needs had been accommodated.

  Despite the women’s teasing about the uncertainty of Ben and Marcie coming up for air anytime soon, it appeared the newlyweds’ arrival was anticipated. More white rose petals like those at the wedding were scattered over the wood floor. The loft had a raised platform which a long time ago had likely been the floor of a foreman’s office, raised about two feet to allow him to watch the shop floor. The walls of that office were long gone, but the raised floor was still there and a full perimeter of two shallow steps framed it. On that platform, a canopy bed was made up in white linen. Sheer panels were drawn around it, white roses wound over the metal frame. Four white cuffs attached to steel chains were pulled out from beneath the mattress, coiled against the snow-white bedding in artful display. If Ben wished to restrain Marcie to it as he took his pleasure, those would be easy options.

  Celeste was feeling flushed, her knees a little trembly. She had her hand on her stomach, a calming gesture that would have embarrassed her except she had a feeling such a reaction might please one particular person. If she could find him. Where was he? She’d seen Jon and Peter. Lucas had his arm around Cassandra, bending to press a kiss beneath her ear as she gripped the lapel of his jacket, her eyes closed. Her lips curved as he said something to her, and Celeste felt the desire to touch her own throat as his hand spread out over her sternum, fingers caressing her collarbones.

  Leland had said it would be an intimate gathering, less than fifteen people. Though she recognized all the faces here as people who’d been at the wedding, she was uncertain about being in this environment with the few she didn’t know well. She didn’t see Leland or Matt, so she made the educated guess that they might be together, handling something that shouldn’t matter anywhere as much to Leland as being the fuck here to reassure her before she freaked the hell out.

  Stop it, Celeste. Jesus. It’s not like some stranger’s going to jump you. She needed some wine to calm her nerves. She headed for the black marble bar. It was spread with food and snacks that matched the quality of the reception offerings. There was also a bartender, though she expected he was here for more reasons than that. He was in his mid to late twenties, a beautiful man dressed in a white dress shirt and black jeans, a thin black tie. His long dark hair was tied back, highlighting sculpted, sensitive features that drew her eyes to his sensual lips and the dark, expressive eyes. He was slim but strong looking.

  It was then Celeste noticed that all the men were in black and white. Black slacks or jeans, white dress shirts or white T-shirts covered with black jackets. The monochromatic color scheme made her surroundings feel like a black-and-white movie, every detail precise.

  A basket of cards rested on either corner of the bar, with a sign to “Take One.” A small vial of bubbles was attached to each card with a black or white ribbon. Ben and Marcie O’Callahan was printed on the vial, with their wedding date. Opening the card, Celeste read, When the music ends, full play may begin. At that time, please maintain silence or whisper to respect those in session. Bubbles may be used anytime.

  “Sorry, we didn’t mean to leave you on your own like that.” Rachel threaded her arm through Celeste’s, nudged her. “I didn’t realize Leland had stepped out with Matt. Jon said they’ll be back shortly. Leland said not to hook up with anyone before he returned.”

  “No promises on that.” Celeste let out a breath, though, even while chiding herself for being ridiculous. She didn’t have to do anything here she didn’t want to do. She had a safe word, but Leland himself might be rethinking what he’d said he might do here. He had his own privacy to protect as well, and the extra people here beyond the K&A men might not be known to him.

  “So…um, who are the other people?”

  “It’s a very exclusive group,” Rachel said. “Committed couples and one trio, all of whom are close friends, not only in the ‘public’ world with us, but also this very private one. Ben wouldn’t allow anyone here tonight that he didn’t trust without reservation, Celeste.”

  “Of course not. I didn’t mean to give that impression.”

  “You didn’t.” Rachel ran her hand soothingly down Celeste’s forearm. “Your Master is a cop, and you want to protect him. And you want to protect yourself. Nothing wrong with that at all. But don’t worry. In this world, Leland knows his way quite well. You can let go of the reins and trust him to take care of you, rather than the other way around.”

  Rachel had a calming scent. Beneath the teasing hint of lotion and body oil, there was an inner balance that seemed to increase with close proximity, like now. Celeste was tempted to lean against her, which wasn’t like her at all. She wasn’t the touchy-feely, hug-all-the-time female type. Yet Rachel read her body language and slipped an arm around her waist, letting the two of them lean together in a posture of relaxed affection.

  “Nice change from the world out there, where it’s all about juggling the balls and holding the reins, right?” Rachel’s gaze swept the room. “Someone might look at this and see a circus, whereas to me, it’s the outside world that’s the circus. Work, groceries, bills. Expectations, worries, loss. Disappointments, fears. In here, it’s like standing in a field beside a pond, listening to the stillness spread outward and inward. Close your eyes.”

  At Celeste’s curious glance, the faint lines around her eyes creased, her lips curving. “Trust me. It’s a fun experiment.”

  Celeste complied, and Rachel changed their positions so she was behind Celeste, one hand on her waist, the other linked with Celeste’s. “Take three breaths. Slow. In and out. Think about the lack of color here. Everything black, white and silver. Clean lines. Simple. Yet think about the way the black paint is splattered over the white, a show of passion, a hint of volatility. The silver gleam of the equipment reminds you of the edge of a knife, trailing down your throat, around the curve of your breast, a sensual kiss.”

  Her eyelids twitched, but Rachel spoke again, her voice like a sparkling spring.

  “Keep your eyes closed just a little longer,” she urged. “Notice all the scents. Men and women. All the things they’ve put on their skin, their lips, the touches of fragrance at throat and wrists, the clean smell of their clothes. The rustle of the dresses we’re wearing, dresses that will get peeled from our bodies as the night progresses. You’ll notice new fragrances then. Perspiration, need and want. Release.”

  Her grip on Celeste increased as she swayed. “Think about what lies in the shadows, hanging from the walls. Whips, floggers, p
addles, restraints, gags. The possibilities are a million tiny tingles that spread from your stomach through every part of your body, making you feel alive, anxious, hungry…happy. You can almost feel him touching you already, hear him murmuring in your ear, telling you what he requires of you. You want him to touch you. He won’t yet. But his eyes are on you, watching everything you do, your reaction to all of it. Open your eyes slowly and see.”

  The white and black colors of the room were sharper, her hearing and sense of smell heightened. Which made the impact of seeing Leland all the more powerful.

  Standing a few feet away from them, he was wearing a white T-shirt and black jeans that made the most of his impressive physique, a casual black sports jacket over the T-shirt. His gaze was locked upon her, his golden-brown eyes sliding over her face, down her body, as if he owned every inch of her. At the wedding, she’d worn a sassy beaded jacket over the black dress, but she’d left it off tonight. He lingered over the swell of her breasts revealed by the neckline, the curve of her hip delineated by the cling of the fabric. She’d worn a short slip beneath the thin dress at the wedding as well, but here she’d left it off, so the slit in the back of the skirt made it easy for light to penetrate through the cloth, give him the hint of her thighs all the way up to the juncture between them.

  This wasn’t the reception where physical desires had to be kept in check. He didn’t smile, didn’t gesture to her. She was acutely aware of the hold of his collar on her throat as she managed erratic breaths. She was held in place, waiting for him to tell her what he desired from her. She’d always run from that, hadn’t she? Never waited around to see what a man wanted from her. Yet she actively sought it from him. She’d started calling him Master before he ever prompted her to do so. If he had prompted her to do it first, she probably would have told him to get over himself and fuck off, shut down the urge and never turned back to it.

  She could lie to herself, tell herself it was evidence he’d let her take the lead at key points in their relationship, yet in truth she hadn’t felt in the lead once. Nor had she really wanted to step into that role. It was as Rachel had described. She didn’t have to be in control. That was her choice, an amazing, empowering choice.