The Models (Leashes & Lace Book 7)

by Shaw Montgomery

  A moan was caught in my throat when the first pop of pain flashed through me. It was sharper than his hand and smaller, but it gave the same wonderful pleasure. A second had me moaning again as fireworks of sensations exploded in me.

  He sprinkled little pops of pain all over my ass and then started working toward my legs. It was almost too intense on the seat of my ass, but he always pulled back, spreading out the delicious pain before it became too much.

  I was completely immobilized and at his mercy.

  Between the mental and physical pleasure, I was gone. Floating along as the sensations built, it was like the spanks kept pushing me higher and higher until there was nothing but Master and the wonderful feelings he gave me.

  When the pain finally stopped, it took my brain forever to process it…and it took even longer to understand what the soft clicks and sounds were.

  The camera.

  There were no directions, just silence broken by the sounds Master made as he was lost in the world he built as he photographed me. Even without being able to see him, I would have known the sounds of his desire and happiness.

  “I think my pretty boy is back.” When Master’s hands stroked my heated, tender cheeks, I realized he must have put down the camera. “You floated for a long time, sweet boy.”

  Time didn’t have much meaning as he stroked my ass, sending sparks through me. I was still halfway in subspace and the floaty feeling was tugging at me again. But as he pulled the panties to the side and slid one slick finger into me, I decided whatever Master had planned was better than subspace.

  I was just a puddle of sub goo held together by silk fabric and a sex swing, so my muscles didn’t fight Master as a second finger eased into me. As he stretched me and teased over my prostate, all I could do was moan and whine for more.

  Begging required more skill than I had at the moment, but when Master chuckled as he eased a third finger into me, I knew he understood what I was trying to beg for… him.

  With my sight cut off and not being able to move, all I could do was strain to listen when he eased his fingers out of me. Was he ready? Was he going to spank me again? Wonderful and wicked punishments flashed through my mind.

  I was so lost in what could happen that when his cock slid deep inside me in one thrust, I cried out and started to shake as the pleasure almost overwhelmed me. Master’s quiet, dark laughter said he knew exactly how he was affecting me and he loved it.

  As he pounded away at my needy hole, each thrust had his body brushing against my aching cheeks, which only made everything better. It was almost like I was getting spanked all over again as he made love to me.

  I’d been turned on since we’d gotten to the restaurant—probably hours ago at that point—and I wasn’t sure I could hold back the pleasure any longer. “Master…”

  Gasping, I started to shake as I began to lose the final threads of control I’d managed to hold on to. Master wasn’t feeling sorry for me, though. “Not yet, naughty boy.”

  His hands slid up my chest, pinching my nipples as he started to use them to swing my body back and forth as he thrust harder into me. “Please…Master…”

  It was all too much. As I screamed out the explosive pleasure that was firing through me, Master finally gave me the words I’d wanted to hear since he’d first started teasing me. “Come.”

  All I could do was obey him as my orgasm plowed through me. Shaking, I felt my cum shoot out of me as he kept playing my body like I’d been made for him. When he finally came, it was like he was marking me as his all over again.

  My brain was floating in and out as the pleasure faded, but I felt him pulling out of me and at some point soon after a cloth cleaning up the cum that was probably dripping from the panties. I expected him to run the cloth between my legs, so I gasped as he slid something firm into me.

  A plug.

  Master chuckled but kept pushing it in until it was holding his cum inside me and the panties were back in place. “That’s better, pretty boy, or should I have said dirty boy. I can’t take you out like this.”

  His fingers traced over the damp panties. “If your surprise weren’t so special, I’d make you stay like this just because you look so sexy. But I probably shouldn’t.”

  The way he said it made it sound like he could, but he probably wouldn’t do that to me.

  I was still trying to work through the options when the blindfold came off my eyes, startling me. “Oh.”

  Tyler chuckled and ran his hand over my face. “You okay, baby?”

  Nodding, I felt my face heating up as I looked down my body and realized just how on display I’d been for him. Tyler grinned, pointing to the camera. “Just for us.”

  Nuzzling his hand, I nodded. “I know.”

  He leaned over me and kissed me gently. “Don’t look so cute or we’re going to be late.”

  For what?

  I blinked a few times and tried to get my brain going again. “What are we doing?”

  He grinned wider than a kid at Christmas. “It’s a surprise.”

  I knew that.

  “What kind of surprise?” I rolled my eyes when he wiggled excitedly.

  “A good one.” Then he glanced down and shook his head. “And as much as your surprise really won’t have an issue seeing you like this, it’s probably better that you get a shower first.”

  Giving me another kiss, he began unwrapping my legs. “Tell me if your legs hurt.”

  My legs felt fine, it was my ass that was going to make me smile for the rest of the day. “I’m fine.”

  Tyler patted the plug, grinning. “I think you can find some better words than just fine.”

  Gasping as a spark of pleasure shot through me, I tried to keep still so the pleasure would fade. “That’s not fair.”

  Still wearing a big smile, he leaned over me again as my legs relaxed down toward the floor beside the lube and a wooden spoon. “Be nice or I’m going to make you go to the train station wearing cum-stained panties and a plug.”

  Train station?

  It really took a lot longer than it should have, but once my brain connected the dots, I just gaped at him. Tyler laughed and helped me sit up so he could kiss my forehead. “Stand up carefully. Your legs might not be steady.”

  “That’s all you have to say?” I shook my head, sitting for another minute. “The train station? He’s really here?”

  There was only one person I knew who would use the train.

  Tyler hadn’t just given me his love and the most wonderful pleasure I could have ever imagined; he was giving me my best friend too.

  Bishop was coming.

  ~~~

  Houston and the Party

  The moan he made as the flogger came down on his ass had my dick hardening in my pants, but I knew the best thing I could do was ignore it for now. Between Reece’s stress and our schedule, I had time to focus on him or us…not both.

  So, of course, I’d chosen him.

  “You were a very good boy for telling your Master how stressed you were.” Bringing the flogger down again, I smiled as he moaned and tried to arch off the bed.

  As tied up as I had him, he wasn’t going to succeed, but sometimes he felt the need to try anyway…especially when the flogger came down on his beautiful ass. He was turned on, but we both knew his orgasm wasn’t the point of the scene.

  No, he needed to let everything go.

  “Of course, I might decide to punish you later for letting the stress build up to this point, but for now my boy gets a reward.” Teasing about a future punishment had him trying to moan and say something, but the gag in his mouth made talking a bit of a problem.

  The sounds were sexy, though.

  As I trailed the flogger down his back, stroking lightly, I looked at the ball in his right hand. Perfectly still. No matter how much he wanted to move and writhe, he didn’t want to do anything that would make the bell inside of it ring.

  He needed this too much to do anything that would accident
ally stop it.

  Work had leveled out for the most part since Eli and Roman had stopped losing their marbles at each other, but now they were talking about hiring someone to work under Reece and that made him just as stressed. He talked around it wonderfully, but it all seemed to boil down to wanting to do his best.

  Managing someone in a traditional office was one thing, but navigating the strange minefield of Leashes & Lace was another story altogether. Evidently, everyone they’d tried to hire so far made it painfully clear in just the first interview that they wouldn’t be a good fit.

  Preston was putting a lot of the decision in Reece’s hands and he didn’t want to let Preston down. I had a feeling Preston didn’t understand how stressed Reece was about it all, but I figured that was where I came in.

  “I think no cooking for a month might make an impression on my naughty boy that he can’t hide things from his Master.” I had to grin when Reece groaned.

  He’d rather be in a cock cage for the same period of time than have to eat my cooking or takeout. I let the flogger come down on his back, pushing him toward subspace once again. “But I won’t punish you that hard if you promise to be a good boy and not hide things from me again.”

  There was no point in punishing us both if I didn’t have to.

  He’d promised me homemade bread.

  I started bringing the flogger down in a slow rhythm that would let the sensations build as he slipped back into subspace. Whispering low, I told him how beautiful he was, and how if he was good, I’d use a paddle on him Sunday. I had a new one that would leave the word “slut” on his ass that looked like it would be fun.

  He loved going into work with my marks on his ass, but I used it as a reward he had to earn.

  A low whimper said just how close he was to completely drifting away because normally that reward had him nearly orgasming with anticipation.

  Watching his reactions, I slowed the fall of the flogger until I was just stroking it over him as he made quiet noises. When it was clear he was flying, I quietly dimmed the lights and moved around him to take off the restraints on his arms and the gag. When I tried to take the ball out of his hand, he started to squirm.

  “Shh, that’s my good boy. Yes, that’s my good sub.” As his fingers relaxed, I set the ball down on the nightstand and stripped before carefully stretching out beside him on the bed. We had at least an hour before we had to even begin thinking about the dinner later, and a nap with my tired boy sounded perfect.

  ****

  Reece

  The wonderful ache was probably what woke me up, but it was the way Houston’s erection was rubbing against my ass that made it sound like a good idea. I didn’t remember being untied, but waking up wrapped in his arms was perfect. Rolling over carefully, I smiled as his arms tightened, pinning me in place.

  He’d said I was worn out, but I hadn’t been the only one who was tired. He was overworking himself too. The promise of someone to take over my job for a few days had him dreaming about us taking a vacation together. That meant he needed to work enough now to take time off later.

  My pointing out that it could be a working vacation had not gone over well.

  He’d huffed and pointed out how I was the most important thing and then spent the rest of the weekend proving it…I’d gone into work that Monday wonderfully sore. Even Preston hadn’t missed it and Eli had teased me about it for days.

  Smiling at the memory, I kissed Houston’s chest and started working my way down his broad body. Part of me wished he’d left on the sexy panties he’d been wearing earlier. Working at L & L had some surprising perks, like being able to surprise my Master with some wonderfully sexy, silky presents.

  As I wiggled lower, Houston’s arms relaxed and he moaned. When I nuzzled my face against his erection, he sighed and rubbed his hands over my head, cuddling more than massaging. “This was supposed to be about you.”

  Smiling, I kissed the tip of his cock. “Then how about you give me another reward, Master, and let me decide what I want.”

  Houston chuckled, wrapping his legs around me to pin me in place. “I’m not sure if you were good enough for two rewards.”

  He might be right, but I didn’t think he was going to do his best to talk me out of it. I tucked my face next to his cock and inhaled his sexy scent. “But, Master, I came to you and asked for your help. I knew you would make everything better.”

  He groaned as his hands tightened in my hair. “I’m going to make sure we don’t get to that point again, boy.”

  It sounded like I was going to have more time submitting and less time worrying. I didn’t mind that at all.

  Kissing the base of his cock, I started working my way up the length. “Thank you, Master.”

  I might love doing things like cooking for him, but I always felt like the center of his world…appreciated and loved.

  When I got to the tip of his erection and licked off the bead of precum, Houston gave in. “Only because you came to me before you got too stressed out, boy.”

  Refusing to look up and risk him seeing the smile on my face, I focused on his dick as I nodded. “Thank you, Master. I won’t forget how good you’re being to me.”

  Taking him in my mouth, I swallowed around him as he started muttering about what he was going to do to my manipulating ass later. Since it sounded like he had wonderfully wicked plans for me later, I gave him my all now.

  Forcing my throat to relax, I took him deeper and gave him everything I could. I’d spent countless hours worshiping his cock since we’d first come together and I knew every sexy inch of it—I’d also gotten much better at deepthroating.

  Working the muscles in my throat as Houston moaned and his fingers tightened, I pulled off slowly until it was just the tip of his cock between my lips. Licking and nibbling at the flared head, I focused on pulling all the sexy noises I could from him as I worked down his shaft again.

  By the time I felt his cock throb and legs tighten around me, I could feel the need ready to burst out of him.

  “Pet…” That was the only warning I got as his body stiffened and cum filled my mouth in long shots, but I knew him well enough that it hadn’t been necessary.

  Swallowing his cum, I sucked on his cock, dragging every ounce of desire from him. When his body relaxed and sagged back to the bed, his fingers stroked down my cheek and I pulled off. I didn’t need his hands pulling me up to know what he wanted. Draping myself over his body, I snuggled into him. “I love you.”

  Giving me a tight hug, he kissed my head and I could hear a smile in his voice. “I love you too.”

  The only way the evening would have been more perfect is if we could’ve stayed there all night. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the plan. When his hands started stroking my back, I knew that was the signal.

  “Already?” I hadn’t looked at the clock, but it couldn’t be that late.

  Houston chuckled quietly. “Oh yeah, we’ve got to bust our asses or we’ll be late.”

  Trying not to be overly dramatic, because I did want to go, I sat up and gave him a quick peck. Before I could say anything, he was smiling and cupping my face. “You feeling better?”

  I grinned, wiggling and loving the wonderful feelings still rolling through me. “They’re going to know you’ve been playing with your sub.”

  He nodded, giving me a proud grin. “Oh yes, and I’m pretty sure based on their plans Eli will be terribly jealous because there’s no way he had time to get thoroughly turned inside out.”

  He was so funny.

  “Because you’re the best Master ever.” Giving him another quick kiss, I forced my body to function. Rolling off him, I stood and stared down at my now lazy-looking Master.

  “Come on. We can’t miss this. I got grilled by Roman three times today to make sure we were going to be there.” Laughing at Houston’s exaggerated groan, I took several steps toward the bathroom. “First one to the shower—”

  Laughter cut my words off as Houston charged
from the bed…we were late for dinner.

  ****

  “Five minutes, Roman. I already apologized.” Giving him a stare, I refused to back down. He wasn’t my Dom and we weren’t the only ones running late.

  That wasn’t helping his mood any.

  Finding a place where everyone could get together had been hard, but when Eli had made a comment about how much fun it would be, Roman seemed to make it his mission to ensure it happened.

  It’d been a little odd, but I had to agree that hanging out together with everyone would be fun.

  “You agreed to be on time.” Roman seemed to be teetering on the edge of insanity, so Houston just glared at him. Roman huffed. “Thank you for coming.”

  Yep, Eli had made him go crazy.

  We’d all known it would happen sooner or later, but I’d been betting on later.

  “Thank you for inviting us.” Houston was trying to play nice and steered me around Roman as we headed deeper into the bar.

  Somehow Roman had gotten Andrew to close the bar for the night so it was just friends and our work family filling the bar. Which really, when I looked around, was mostly regulars anyway. I could even see the cute waiter Eli liked to flirt with over in the corner sitting on his Dom’s lap.

  Eli bounced over as soon as he saw us, wearing a big grin and a fancy dress. “You made it.”

  Was that really a surprise?

  “We wouldn’t miss it.” So many things had happened since I’d first accepted the job, but as I looked around, I knew I wouldn’t have changed a minute of it.

  “Roman and Andrew kept arguing over the food.” Eli rolled his eyes dramatically. “So there’s caterers in the back that are going to feed everyone in just a few minutes. It smells divine back there.”

  It was starting to smell good out here too. “I’m starving.”

  Something must have given it away because Eli huffed and pouted. “You got spanked.”

  Laughing, I shook my head and leaned in, dropping my voice to a teasing stage whisper. “No, I got flogged.”

  Oh yes, he was jealous.

  Houston thankfully behaved himself, but I knew he’d gloat later.