Caught by the Master

by Caught by the Master (lit)

  When that touch left her, Whitney made a noise that sounded too much like a whine to her ears. He did nothing further. She heard nothing further. Tempted to open her eyes and look for him, she fought it and remained where she was, eyes closed, bent over and waiting.

  “Please,” she begged a handful of heartbeats later when he still had not touched her. She needed something—a touch, a kiss, a cock in her pussy. Something to carry her the last little bit to her peak.

  She received a quick, hard swat. “Silence, mouse. I still owe you a punishment for sucking me off last week, correct?”

  “Yes, Sir,” Whitney said softly, then braced herself, biting her lip to try and keep silent.

  Five slaps fell in hard and rapid succession, spread out across her entire ass. As soon as he finished, Sir used both hands to massage the skin he just abused. The punishment was over so quickly she barely had a chance to acknowledge the pain, much less react to it.

  “Very good, mouse. You handled that well. Now, how about a little pleasure?” Sir asked as two fingers slid into her pussy, twisted, and then pulled back until just the tips remained inside her.

  “Yes, please, Sir.” She breathed.

  She sighed when his fingers left her. She sucked in another breath when something large and blunt and utterly masculine took their place, slowly sliding into her. He didn’t stop pushing forward until he filled her to capacity. She sighed when his silky sac brushed against her exposed, swollen clit.

  “God, you feel so good, little mouse. Like hot, wet silk wrapped around me. So damn good.” Sir groaned, holding himself deep inside as she adjusted to his intrusion.

  “Mmmm,” was all she could manage in response.

  When Sir wrapped his hands around her hips and began to pump in and out of her, all she could do was focus on breathing. The lust built again, and she panted. She tried to arch her back and hips to take him deeper, but he held her steady. When she began to cry for release, he reached around her hip with one hand and pinched her aching, puffy clit. The touch of two fingers on her nerve center her gave her just what she needed to fly over the edge.

  “Come with me. Right now. Come with me!” he cried, slamming against her twice before holding himself deep inside.

  She felt his cock pulsing, felt the hot wetness fill her as her entire body tightened in ecstasy. She jerked and convulsed, not sure if she would survive.

  Just when she thought it over, Sir pulled his hips back and thrust deep again while still tweaking the tiny bundle of nerves. She flew over the top again. Every muscle in her tightened at once. She saw brilliant fireworks behind her closed eyelids and then everything went dark.

  When she roused, she found herself draped across Sir’s lap on the sofa. Her head rested on his chest, and he rubbed her arm as he murmured praises and kissed the top of her head.

  She tried to lift a hand to caress his cheek, but got only as far as his chest before her muscles gave out. Instead, she patted his sculpted chest.

  “You know,” she whispered, “we really should try doing this in a bed.”

  She wasn’t sure what she expected, but laughter wasn’t it. Sir pulled back to grin down at her. “Yes, I think you’re right. One of these days we’ll make it upstairs and do just that.” He brushed a kiss on her hair, then pushed her head back down to rest against his chest.

  Whitney allowed herself to drift. She felt so utterly content that nothing could bother her. There was no tension, no worry, nothing outside this man’s embrace she needed to think about.

  It was a feeling she never experienced before, but one she was certain only this man could give her. It was also something she knew she could quickly grow addicted to. Much like the man himself.

  Finally, when her trembling from great sex stopped and she began to shiver from the cold, she lifted her head and kissed Sir’s chin.

  “Don’t you have to do a walk-through or something?”

  “Mmmm, later. I don’t want to move right now.”

  “But it’s getting cold,” she murmured as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of his chest.

  “Oh, well, we can’t have little mice getting cold, now can we? Get dressed, but leave off the boots. We’ll do the walk-through and then we can go upstairs and see if we can find a bed to play in.” Sir patted her naked hip and helped her to her feet.

  Once they were both dressed again, he handed her her boots. “Hold these, mouse.” He swung her up into his arms and carried her out of the garden and across the parking lot. He didn’t stop until they reached the private foyer of the club. Only then did he set her on her feet. He pushed the elevator call button. When the doors opened, he took her boots and tossed them into the elevator.

  After combing his fingers through her hair and smiling at the tousled effect he’d achieved, he laced their fingers together and opened the door that led into the club. “Stay close, sweet mouse. I don’t want anyone to think you’re fair game.”

  “Why’s that?” she asked with a grin.

  “I caught you, little mouse, and I plan to keep you, and I don’t like to share my toys.” He kissed her while popping her ass with his free hand. That reminded her that she still wore the plug.

  “Uh, Sir?”

  “Yes, sweet mouse.”

  “Do you think I could take the plug out now?”

  Chapter 9

  As soon as they entered the main room of the club, Taurus swore silently. There would be no quick walk-through and then an evening of fun and games with his pretty little mouse. Something had happened, and it wasn’t good. The cries of pain and moans of release that usually filled the air were silent. In fact, only a soft murmur cut the tense silence.

  Scanning the club, he saw everyone gathered at the far side of the room. He turned to look at his sub. “Go and sit at the bar. Don’t talk to anyone. Don’t look at anyone. I’ll be right there.”

  Her eyes were huge, but she seemed to understand. “Go. I’ll be fine.”

  Knowing she probably would be, he couldn’t help but lean down and brush a kiss on her lips before heading to where the crowd stood, still and silent.

  Pushing through the crowd, he growled deep in his chest when a couple of Doms holding back the crowd refused to let him through.

  “Excuse me, I own this club.”

  “Oh, sorry, T. We’re just trying to keep everyone back,” one of them apologized while the other nodded. They parted to let him through.

  Before he moved forward, he asked, “What the hell happened?”

  “A guest of Zac’s lost it. When the sub called red he didn’t stop. It was like he didn’t hear her. When Antony stepped in the Dom turned on him as well,” the other Dom said quickly.

  “Oh, shit. Where’s Jenna?” Taurus knew his cousin would be doing some damage if someone didn’t step in. No one hurt her sub. He was the only one in the club strong enough to deal with her, the only one she’d listen to.

  The Dom cocked his head, indicating toward the action. “She’s pretty upset. You might want to step in before she kills someone.”

  “No kidding.” Taurus stepped forward as he took a deep breath. The metallic scent of blood filled his lungs.

  Once in the area kept clear by a ring of Doms, he looked the scene over. Two of the dungeon monitors were binding a tall, skinny Dom to the St. Andrew’s cross. He was struggling and screaming, but his words were muffled behind a large ball gag. Two Dommes were tending to a young woman sitting on a bench bleeding. She looked too pale, and he knew she’d be heading to the hospital with Zac’s friend footing the bill. Jenna was bandaging Antony’s arm even as she watched the action at the cross.

  “Elbows, knees and waist as well,” she directed. “Just like she was bound.”

  From those few words, Taurus knew she was past full Domme mode and was out for blood. He couldn’t blame her, though. Her beloved Antony had been hurt.

  “Jenna? You okay?” he asked as he knelt beside her.

  “What are you doing here? I thought you
were going to spend the evening taming a certain little mouse?” Jenna finished taping Antony’s bandage before turning to look at him.

  “I just wanted to do a quick walk-through before we headed upstairs. Seems you’ve had a bit of trouble.”

  Jenna gaped at him, obviously shocked at his gift of understating the situation. “This wannabe Dom,” she waved toward the man being tied to the cross, “touched my pet, my Antony, without permission after ignoring his own sub calling her safe word.”

  “So what are you going to do to him?”

  “A hundred lashes with a good thick cane,” she growled harshly.

  A gasp went up from those who heard. Antony paled and looked to Taurus. His eyes were wide as he shook his head, but he didn’t say a word. They knew better than to argue with Jenna when she was this angry. Taurus watched as Antony did what he did best, rub a hand up and down her arm, hoping to calm her.

  So it was up to Taurus to keep his cousin, business partner, and best friend from killing this man. No one could take a hundred lashes, especially from Jenna when she was like this.

  “Honey, why don’t you let me deal with this while you take Antony upstairs? He needs some special care right now.” Taurus said the only thing that would take Jenna’s focus off the revenge she craved.

  Jenna blinked and, instantly, sanity returned to her wild eyes. After hugging and kissing Antony, she stood and helped him up, all the while crooning promises about the delights she would shower upon him for being such a brave pet. The crowd parted as they approached, allowing them to leave.

  Once they were out of the club, everyone in the room released their collectively held breaths. It was common knowledge that no one messed with Antony. He had special status at Esoteria. Though a submissive, he was also part owner of the club. He could stop a scene or step in if things got too dangerous. In the case of a sub calling red, he had every right to step in. But the guest Dom didn’t know that no one touched Jenna’s sub. If the reports were correct and this Dom had lost it, anyone who stepped in would have been hurt.

  Jenna loved her sub/mate almost as much as he loved Whitney. That thought stopped Taurus for a moment. He loved Whitney. He loved his little mouse. If she’d been hurt in the same situation, he would not be satisfied with a whipping. He would have taken the man’s head off.

  Protective anger for his love filled him until he knew exactly how Jenna could order what could be a death sentence. Somehow he had to back the punishment down to something reasonable without looking weak.

  Turning to face the crowd, he looked past them to the bar where Whitney sat facing him. She looked worried, scared, but it wasn’t for herself. It was for the sub who’d been hurt and the Dom about to be punished. Raising his hand, he gave a “come here” motion. She nodded and slid from the stool, immediately starting in his direction.

  When she reached the ring of Doms keeping the crowd at a distance, he reached between two large men, took her hand and guided her between them. He led her to a side of the cleared area before pulling her to his chest. He hugged her tight and buried his face in her neck, smelling her sweet scent. The smell of her, the feel of her in his arms cut his anger cleanly, and he was able to think clearly.

  “I’m sorry our evening is ruined,” he whispered for her ears alone.

  “I understand,” she whispered back before licking his ear, sending a shaft of heat straight to his cock.

  “Stay right here and stay out of trouble,” he murmured in his Master voice just before releasing her.

  He barely heard her murmured “Yes, Sir” before he turned to the crowd. He found the Dom’s host standing at the edge of the crowd, looking nervous and angry.

  “Master Zac? We need to talk.”

  * * * *

  Whitney watched as Sir and Master Zac spoke and then talked to the bound Dom. Sir offered him a one-time opportunity to leave quietly and never return to Esoteria. He would also be paying for the sub’s medical expenses if it came to that. The bound Dom looked at him with fierce, angry eyes. When Sir explained the alternative, to accept the punishment of one hundred lashes, the anger turned to fear.

  “I’ll do whatever you say, Taurus,” Zac said. “I’ve been working with him and thought he had better control. I don’t know what happened tonight.”

  “You should never leave a new Dom alone with a sub on his first visit,” Taurus growled. “But that’s no excuse for his loss of control. A month’s suspension for your poor judgment.”

  Zac nodded his acceptance before the two men turned their attention back to the man still tied up.

  Taurus took off the ball gag and asked again. “Which is it? Leave quietly, or one hundred lashes to be administered by Zac, myself, and three other Doms?”

  When he blustered, trying to make excuses, Taurus cut him off. “There is no excuse for losing control during a scene. Safe words are sacred. They are for your protection as much as your partner’s. By carrying on after she called red, you open yourself to being charged with assault. Do you understand that?” Taurus didn’t yell. His voice grew softer and diamond hard as he leaned closer, getting right in the bound Dom’s face.

  The Dom swallowed several times before saying, “I’ll leave quietly.”

  Taurus nodded his acceptance. Then he and Master Zac began to untie him.

  Whitney couldn’t believe what had just happened. The woman might be on her way to the hospital, Antony was hurt, and the man just had to leave? How fair was that?

  While everyone was focused on Sir and the Dom, she slipped around the edge of the crowd and hurried across the room. What had she gotten herself into? What kind of man was Taurus to be so lenient on a man who’d hurt two people?

  She was halfway out the back door when she realized two things. She was barefoot and she’d lost her car keys. Stepping back inside, she sniffed back tears she couldn’t explain and turned to look at the door she’d just come through. She couldn’t go back in the bar. She couldn’t face Taurus after he allowed that monster to go on his merry way without any punishment.

  She couldn’t leave. She couldn’t go back into the club. What other option was there? Looking around, the elevator doors caught her attention. She could at least go upstairs and make sure Antony was all right.

  Without a thought of what Taurus might do when he found her, she pushed the button to call the elevator. When the doors slid open, Whitney stepped in and laughed. Someone had stood her boots up and leaned them into a corner. Leaving the boots where they were, she watched the doors close, and her stomach knotted. She never liked riding in elevators, but the thought of facing Taurus feeling as conflicted and hurt as she did at that moment wasn’t an option either.

  Pushing the button for the top floor, she wondered how she should introduce herself to Taurus’s cousin. As Whitney Elliott? Or as Taurus’s new girlfriend?

  Chapter 10

  When Whitney stepped from the elevator on the fourth floor, she found herself standing in another foyer. This was twice the size of the one she just left with four doors, none of which were marked except the one with a glowing exit sign hanging above it. Obviously the stairs in a case of fire, but which door led to Jenna and Antony?

  The silence was deafening, the air cool, though Whitney did not notice she was shivering. She was too upset to notice anything beyond her shocking thoughts that it could have been her heading to the emergency room after a severe beating. That led to questions over how much punishment Sir would administer. Would he ever lose control like that other Dom? Would he ever let anyone else touch her? Sure, he said he didn’t share, but if she really pissed him off, what would he do?

  Pacing the large foyer, questions continued to race through her mind. Why had he let the man go without punishing him? Would he expect her to be like that sub? To let strangers tie her up and beat her? To let him tie her up and punish her in public like that?

  Her heart suddenly hurt as she realized she would never be able to do that. As much as she loved him and as much as
he turned her on, there was no way she could let herself be tied up and beaten bloody by somebody else.

  But what could she do? Sir owned a club that specialized in kink. He told her out in the garden that she’d be expected to obey his every command under every critical eye in the club. Her only choice was to leave. Walk away from the club and from Sir and go back to her life as it was before she snuck into Esoteria.

  The thought of never seeing Taurus again, of never seeing approval in his emerald eyes, of never feeling such pleasure as he gave her took the strength from her. Falling to her knees, she covered her face with both hands and began to sob.

  She was so lost in her misery she didn’t hear the elevator doors slide closed. She didn’t notice when they opened again. She didn’t know she was no longer alone until strong arms wrapped around her and was she airborne.

  She began to struggle, slapping at the arms that surrounded her. She didn’t want anyone touching her, especially not a stranger. Then Sir’s deep voice crooning in her ear penetrated her panic.

  “Shhh, sweet Whitney. It’s all right. I’ve got you. You’re safe, and all is well again.”

  She continued to fight as he carried her to a door at the far side of the foyer. “Put me down. I can’t stay here. You let that man walk away while that girl probably has to go to the hospital. I’ll leave quietly, and you’ll never have to see me again.”

  “Shhh, sweet baby. Calm yourself,” he murmured as he kissed whatever he could reach. When she didn’t stop struggling his voice grew hard, dominant, controlling. “Mouse, stop this. Stop fighting me. I’m not letting you get away until we talk.”

  As always, his Dom tone sent a shiver through her. She stopped struggling, but remained tense and ready to run if she got the chance.

  Taurus knocked hard twice on the door they stood before. Turning the knob, he shoved it open but didn’t step through.

  “I sure as hell hope you’ve calmed down, Jenna, ’cause I need your help out here,” he announced in a voice loud enough to be heard downstairs.

  “Taurus?” Jenna stepped into view. She still wore the gold halter top and black leather skirt she wore earlier. “What the hell are you doing? Put the girl down this instant!”