Daniel hid his sneer behind his napkin when Matt leaned over his breakfast plate to get closer to Madam Clairette.
Keegan snickered.
"Whatever you have planned will be as extraordinary as the last bi-annual, if not more so, Mistress," Matt said.
Madam Clairette glowed with pride and patted Matt's hand. She didn't respond to him, and went back to the meal.
Keegan continued to feed Bethany, who took each morsel with a delicate flare. Her gaze only strayed away from Keegan or Daniel, to the mistress. As if, for her, no one else in the room existed. And the other Masters did quite a bit to get her attention.
“Quicker than I expected,” Keegan muttered.
“What?” Daniel said.
"Matt seeks to take Bethany from me. I've caught him taking sly glances at our sub twice now, and like the sleaze he is, when I catch him, he looks the other way, as if I am too stupid to notice."
Matt whispered into the mistress' ear, and his gaze cut to Keegan every so often. But Madam Clairette didn't look happy about whatever he said.
Daniel tittered. "Fat chance." Then he straightened. "Unless you wanted to…"
Bethany whimpered. "Please, no."
Keegan reached down to cup her chin, then kissed her on the lips. "No talking unless spoken to first, my submissive. Or I'll put you over my knee right here."
Bethany had the decency to blush. She shifted to sit on her butt on the floor, and she laid her head in Daniel's lap with a contented smile.
"Shall we retire to the parlor?" Keegan stood, leash in hand.
Luke rose without having to be asked.
"Of course." Daniel pushed his chair back.
"Mistress, we are going to begin Bethany's training and perhaps, have some fun." The twinkle in Keegan's eye promised more fun than work.
Madam Clairette broke off Matt mid-sentence with a causal wave of her hand. "Yes, of course, dear. Bethany, darling, do come see me later this afternoon. I want to see how you're feeling about everything so far."
Bethany rolled her head back to watch Keegan's discreet nod, which indicated his permission for her to speak.
"Yes, Mistress."
"By the way, your things will be delivered before the morning is out. I hired help, who packed up your belongings, like we discussed yesterday, but do tell me if there is anything else they forgot you need immediately. I can send someone to fetch the item, or have it for you by this evening."
"Thank you, mistress."
"Off with you then, my preciouses."
Chapter Five
Keegan sat like a king of his castle in an oversized club chair, his thick-soled leather boots propped on the coffee table in front of him. Bethany knelt in beside him, hands on her knees, her expression blank as she stared at the floor. Luke sat cross-legged on the opposite side, on the floor.
Daniel reclined on the long sectional couch, facing Keegan. "Matt is going to cause a problem."
Keegan threw his head back and laughed. "The pipsqueak doesn't have anything on me. Trust me. Clairette isn't going to take our girl from me."
Daniel nodded. He knew better than to think twice about his old master’s power in this house. But Matt could cause problems no one needed. As they left, the conniving son-of-a-bitch had the balls to shoot them a calculating look at their party. Didn’t he understand the forces he went up against in Keegan? He strung an arm over his face. His breath huffed from his lungs.
"Bethany," Keegan whispered. "I believe your boyfriend needs some stress relief. What do you think?"
"I agree, Master." Bethany's soft, sultry voice stayed demure.
"Then you oblige him by giving him a blow-job worthy of your preceded stature.
The sound of rustling cloth met Daniel's ears. He didn't remove his arm to watch Bethany's approach, but his cock swelled all the same. In fact, he felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin.
Her hand ran up his thigh. The feathered touch ended at his belt, which she removed faster than he could process. She yanked his jeans down to his mid-thigh, and released his straining erection. His shaft bounced when her heated breath worked over the smooth head.
Her tongue touched him and his entire body jerked.
"Don't tease him, Sub," Keegan said.
Daniel removed his arm from over his face, and met Keegan's eager gaze. Luke twitched, but his head didn't rise from his vigilant observation of the carpet's fibers.
His attention shifted to Bethany when her mouth closed over him. On impact, his hips pushed him up into her mouth. Her tongue made a leisurely circle. She rose up on her knees, to gain a better purchase. Her throat worked as she took him deeper.
"Harder, Sub. Make him scream for me." Keegan pushed his upper body from the chair's back, to rest his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.
Bethany's mouth tightened around him, and she swallowed more of him. When her lips met his groin, Daniel shuddered. His lungs struggled to keep up with his frequent, harsh intakes of air. His vision went blurry. His balls constricted, got heavy and ached.
His girlfriend knew him too well—exactly how to tease him. She used every ounce of her understanding on him, for her Master's benefit. But, Daniel wasn't the screaming type. A loud groan, yes, but a scream? Not so much.
Keegan got tired of waiting. "Mount him, Sub."
Daniel turned his head in time to see Keegan undo his zipper. He stroked his enormous cock, the engorged head a shade of purple beneath the silky skin. Veins drew a map over his shaft, thick with blood.
Keegan caught Daniel's observing him, while Bethany's mouth pleasured him. With a wicked smile, he reached out to grab Luke's head, who didn't fight him. Luke allowed his mouth to be led to Keegan's eager shaft.
A stab of remembrance went through Daniel. He too had been in the same place Luke currently resided. He remembered the salty taste of having Keegan in his mouth, the feel of him pushing himself in and out. The sight of the Master's head thrown back as he snapped orders of how he wanted to be pleased, made Daniel wonder if he'd feel the sensation again.
Bethany stood up at his side, blocking his view. Her blonde hair flicked out when she turned her head to see what he watched. From her profile, she saw fire light in her eyes as she viewed the men together.
Daniel's gaze raked down her body like a homing beacon, right to her moist clit.
"You're not obeying me, Sub." Keegan pushed Luke further down his cock, and his throat readily accepted the mass. He groaned, as if he enjoyed this just as much, if not more than his master.
With shaky hands, Daniel slipped a condom from his pocket. Bethany helped him put the sheath on him.
Bethany gripped Daniel's shaft, then swung her legs over his torso, and tucked her calf between him and the couch. Keeping one foot on the floor, her pussy hovered right above him, and the muscles in his stomach clenched as she dropped herself down over him.
With her so wet, he slid inside of her in one smooth move. Her channel erupted with small quakes as he drove further.
He growled as the damp material of her clothing covered his view of him entering her. His hands ripped the offensive cloth. The flimsy shoulder straps snapped, allowing the ruined gown to pool around her waist, where he ripped it completely off.
Trembling above him, she must've seen something on his face, which mirrored the sexual desperation he felt come to a peak inside of him. Being inside of her, Keegan being inside of Luke, both did something to him. He fucked Bethany more than once this past day, but their romps had done nothing to slake his hunger.
He took hold of her hips, and thrusted upward, brutal in his need, but he loved her. Her lips parted to release a ragged moan, matched only by the joyous sounds Keegan made behind her.
Her body started to move with his, as wild for release as he. Aided by her previous oral expertise, he knew he'd come in no time. He felt the blood pool low in his body as he reached for her large breasts, and deep pink nipples. She fell down on top of him, to nip his bottom
lip.
He wrapped his arms around her ass, and ground up into her. The first shot of his orgasm burst from him and he groaned. Her body primed to come…
"Get off him," Keegan said to Bethany. "If you can't follow the simple order I gave you."
After a long moment, Bethany reared off him. Her dazed eyes shifted to her Master. Keegan's other sub resumed his position at his Master's feet. Luke had a huge smile on his face.
Bethany stood naked and barefoot in the center of Madam Clairette's parlor. A group of men passed by in the hallway, and several gawked at her with open mouths. She didn't register anything other than her Master, but one glare from Keegan made them scurry away just as fast as being verbally chastised.
"Come here." Keegan pointed to the small spot between him and Luke. He relaxed into the chair as Bethany compiled. "Lay over my knees, stomach down."
Bethany's face displayed her confusion as she did as told. Once she settled, her breasts hung free, past Keegan's thigh. Her ass faced Luke.
The silence shattered when Keegan's hand flew down to smack her butt. His palm caved at the right second, so he achieved maximum contact. Bethany bit her lip in an effort not to cry out. The second one came down harder.
Daniel's cock twitched again. He enjoyed giving or watching a good spanking. The activity wasn't necessarily sexual, but more basic, and an event that happened often in this household. Some occupants didn't have sex with anyone, at any time. For many people, fetishes like spanking, age play, or pony play replaced sex for an orgasmic pleasure. Those people wore one of Madam Clairette's orange bangles on their arms to signify what they would not do: a plain and simple approach to ensuring no one had to deal with unwanted harassment.
The two sides under the Mistress' wing, both readily accepted this practice. Those who adored fetish and those who mixed sex and pain/threat of pain.
Keegan had an intent look about him as Bethany squirmed, and to her credit, she didn't make a peep of protest—at first. As the punishment continued, he would allow a finger to wander between her ass cheeks, to stroke her soaked clit. Before she could register what he'd done, he would spank her again. After the third time he repeated the gesture, she cried out.
"You don't deserve to moan, Sub. You can't make your own boyfriend scream for you, then you aren't granted the privilege."
She clamped her lips together. Keegan grinned with a plain evil edge. Daniel witnessed this look on Keegan's face a million times. He knew how far his old Master would drive his girlfriend, all too well. And this was only the beginning.
Bethany's butt cheeks turned a cherry red, which warred with her reddened face as she fought not to scream. Her hips shifted back and forth, a hypnotic rhythm Luke watched from the corner of his eyes.
Just when anxiety began to plunge into Daniel's hot, lust-filled world, Keegan winked at him. This made him take a closer look at Bethany. A really close one. No matter how far Keegan pushed her, no matter how ruthless he got, Bethany loved the dominance. By now, Daniel would've caved. Bethany never complained, her small noises and erotic movements, enticing him to push her to new limits.
Bethany isn't me. She wants different things. Letting your own fears and insecurities ruin this for her, would be cruel.
He relaxed with this realization. He understood all too well the concept of diversity. He would get over what he couldn't handle. And when he examined himself, deep down inside, he found trust for Keegan, and his methods. Keegan pushed people to their limits, then past them, to break them.
The definition of true dominance.
"Sub," Keegan spoke to Luke, who snapped to attention. "Lick her pussy."
With a quick grin of satisfaction, Luke darted forward. His face disappeared between her thighs, but the quiet, wet sounds started. Bethany lurched forward, but she still didn't make a sound. Keegan's hand thundered on the cheeks of her ass, harder than any other. Her legs parted, as if her strength left her.
Her head tilted forward and Daniel thought she must be hiding her face. But then Keegan yelped.
Daniel sat up. "What?"
"The little minx bit me!" Keegan's eyes went wide as quarters. Daniel burst out in laughter.
Luke's face reappeared with triumph written all over his features. "She also just came."
"Well, Keegan, I'm sure Mistress would be just delighted to hear that both your subs are disrespecting your position."
Everyone looked over to see Matt in the doorway. He leaned on the frame, with his muscular arms folded over his broad chest.
Keegan's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"One sub biting you, the other speaking without being told too. Tisk, tisk." Matt waggled a finger at him. "Is the all-powerful Master losing his edge? An old horse, ready to be put to pasture, if you ask me."
Bethany, with an elegant movement shifted around until she sat in Keegan's lap. Luke draped an arm over her thighs. Along with Daniel, they stared at Matt.
"No one asked you," Keegan said with complete nonchalance.
"You don't think anyone else is thinking it? How long have you been with the Mistress now? Six years? Perhaps, it's time for someone else, someone younger to stand by Madam Clairette's side. Especially, to handle new cases, as the beautiful and ample Bethany."
Keegan went to respond, but Bethany laid a hand on his forearm. He froze, and then gave a nod: a silent permission to speak.
"I wouldn't let you touch me, even if you consider yourself the best Master here—which by the way, you pale in comparison to those in my company, and both have a hand in my continued training. Keegan is hand selected by the mistress—or perhaps you don't trust her judgment? So, stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat, or a whore. I am neither. I don't fuck anything that crosses my path. I bed only who I chose to, whether it's a member of this house, or Madam Clairette's outside visitors. I am in this for the enjoyment and freedom to finally live how I want to live. You and your haughty attitude can go stuff it somewhere else."
"Control your sub, Keegan," Matt snapped.
Bethany smirked. "I'm off the clock. If you don't get out of here, I'll clean yours. Got it?"
Matt's jaw dropped at the threat of Bethany decking him. Daniel sputtered with laughter. Keegan and Luke both hid smiles.
Clapping sounded from the hall. Madam Clairette rounded the corner.
Matt reeled back, and inclined his head. "Mistress, welcome."
"Welcome I may be, however, you are not. I already told you, Matthew, Bethany belongs to Keegan and Daniel, until she chooses otherwise. How dare you think you can interrupt their activities with your banter. I will see you in my office in five minutes. We need to have a little chat."
Matt looked chastised, but Daniel wasn't fooled.
"Yes, mistress." He didn't move.
"Now, scoot." Madam Clairette made a pushing motion with her hands.
He scrambled from the room as fast as a cat being chased with a broom.
"I'm sorry you had to overhear that, Mistress." Keegan tracked Madam Clairette's progress across the room. She stopped at his side.
Matt would never match his devotion as Keegan looked up at her face. They had a special relationship; one no other person could match for the other. The inferior Master could never touch Keegan, for that fact alone.
"Do not be sorry. None of you did a thing wrong. Matt has become increasingly aggravating. Something drastic will be done. I keep hoping the eloquent, fine man who entered this house for the first time would return, but instead, his arrogance increases." Madam Clairette brushed a hand over Bethany's hair, as she leaned down to kiss Keegan's cheek. "Bethany, I am so pleased to have, well, overheard—that you're happy with your situation."
"Very much, Mistress, thank you."
Madam Clairette smiled a soft, familiar smile everyone grew to love, and craved to see often. "Excellent. Your belongings arrived and the maids put them away. When do you have to be at work tomorrow?"
"Three p.m., Mistress. And it should be fine
. I can drive my car."
Daniel smiled. Bethany decided to keep her part-time job, even after acceptance into the household. Many subs and doms held outside jobs. They didn’t pay to live here or for the adventures they had, nor did they get paid. The Mistress cherished having the likeminded around her. Simple as that.
"Excellent. Lots of time to rest up after the intimate gathering this eve. There are so many people I want you to meet! We'll have great fun."
Bethany beamed. "Oh, yes, Mistress, we will! And thank you again, for everything you continue to do for me."
Madam Clairette touched Bethany's cheek. "I just want you to be happy with yourself and who you are, just like anyone else I welcome into my home. You all are the children I've always wanted, but not fortunate enough to have. Every one of you brings me such joy in your discoveries of yourself and each other. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world." She straightened. "Now, if you will please excuse me, I have a rogue dominant who needs a tongue lashing of a verbal sort."
Their mistress left with a twinkle in her eye, but a grimace set to her mouth. Who knew what Matt had in store for his future?
The End
Check out Book One of Masters of Subservience – The Interview
Seducing a Geek
An Erotic Short Ménage Story
By
Dee Dawning
Copyright © 2011 Dee Dawning
Prologue
My name is Carl Miller and I’m a geek. At least I used to be until one Friday evening at a lively Psi Delta Upsilon Sorority party, three lovely girls—my new best pals—took pity on me and ushered me into the sexy world of coolness.
Part One
"So, did we win the big game?"
I shrugged and Sandy blurted, "Who the fuck cares? All I know is that I’m hornier than a nymph in a convent.
Malia stiffened. "Jesus, Sandy is sex all you think about?"
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