by Dakota Trace
Terror filled him as Eddie placed her in a sleeper’s hold. Jackson saw red as the shouts of the security guards rang through the cafeteria. He didn’t even glance over his shoulder to see where they were. He knew they were too far away to save Rena. The Calvary has arrived but not in time, her face is turning blue – he’s going to fucking choke her out. He had to stop Eddie from killing her. Ignoring his throbbing ribs, he stumbled forward, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder, nearly falling on his face. Digging his fingers into the taunt muscles of the man’s shoulders, he attempted to pinch the nerve on Eddie’s neck, hopping the pinch would loosen the sleeper hold Eddie had on Rena. Clinging like a drunken monkey as Eddie tried to fight the pinch, Jackson sighed in relief as the man stumbled, his arms loosening enough that Rena slid to the floor. Not taking any chances, he hit Eddie in the back of the head, knocking the man out. Stumbling, he sank to his knees next to Rena.
“Baby?” He felt for a pulse, and sighed in relief as he felt one. Pushing her hair away from her face, he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. Her eyelids flickered open.
“Sir?” He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she needed reassurance.
“Shh, we’re fine. It’s just you and me, Slugger.”
“You need to come with me, Sir, so we can have your injuries looked at, and straighten this mess out.” The guard’s voice had him looking up. The uniformed man’s stance assured him the man meant business.
He nodded, allowing the man to help him up, hissing when it pulled on his ribs. His last view of Rena was of her being attended to by one of the nurses who’d been in the cafeteria when the fight had broken out.
Epilogue
Following Jackson as he led her towards Olivia’s, Rena couldn’t control the quiver of anticipation building in her stomach. It had been over two months since the attack at the hospital. And Lord how my life has changed! She was now running the security for Elizebetta’s newest gallery since the court had ruled in her favor and given her control of her trust. Her son had gone sulking back to New York after paying a hefty fine for his crimes. The judge had suspended his thirty days in lockup if he enrolled in an anger management class at home. Personally she thought he’d deserved more than thirty days in the lockup, but she wasn’t the judge. She would’ve thrown his ass in jail with Eddie. Maybe her brother-in-law could take his hatred of BDSM out on her former Dom. It wasn’t like he’d be getting out anytime soon. Eddie was looking at several years in a federal penitentiary for the bomb planted inside Jackson’s office.
While a good deal of the acts Eddie had committed directly evolved from his military training, Keisha had been devastated when she’d realized Eddie had used her to plan the attacks. In the end, Keisha had moved back to New York to be with their parents, and while Rena was going to miss little Aamori, she knew her sister needed the support and stability their parents could provide. The last time she’d spoken with her sister, Keisha had confirmed Eddie’s recent instability had been building since she’d gotten pregnant. It’s too bad she won’t file for divorce, but I can’t live my sister’s life. I can only live the one I have.
As she focused her stare on the taut backside in front of her, she knew without a doubt she loved the man in front of her – and not only for the pleasures and satisfaction he’d offered. As he opened the door and guided her into the foyer, she couldn’t stop her pussy from moistening. Other than a few hand-jobs and some spectacular oral sex, they hadn’t been intimate since the attack. Her Master had been healing from several bruised ribs along with three broken ones. So the rough sex they’d both craved had been put off to allow him time to heal.
“Good Evening, Master Jackson.” Carlos, the ever-present bouncer, stood next to his desk and greeted them.
“Evening, Carlos. Has Master Edward and his submissive arrived yet?” Jackson tossed his keys into the small tray along with his watch. He motioned for Rena to do the same, since they’d met in the parking lot.
“Not yet.” Carlos picked up their belongings and walked to the other side of the metal detector. Motioning them to walk through, Rena sighed as it pinged. Knowing the drill she held out her arms.
“Want to wand me?”
Carlos arched a brow but got the wand out. As she held her arms out, he’d waved it up and down her arms. Moving onto her torso it pinged loudly, and Rena met her Master’s eyes. It was going to ruin her surprise for Jackson if Carlos got too chatty.
“Underwire?”
She nodded. It wasn’t as if she was lying. The bra she wore indeed had an underwire. He quickly ran the wand down her legs.
“Okay you’re good.”
“Thanks, Carlos.” Jackson stepped closer to her to retrieve their items. “Please send Master Edward to my private room when he arrives.”
“You got it.”
Rena sighed in relief as they stepped across the threshold into the main room. A sense of homecoming enveloped her. This wasn’t like the last club in New York where Louis had taken her. No, this was much better. It was warm and inviting with all its polished woodwork and leather. Allowing Jackson to guide her down the hall towards his private room, she waited patiently two steps behind him as he spoke with several members.
By the time they finally arrived at his room, Rena felt like she was going to jump out of her skin or at least her clothing. Stepping across the threshold, she looked around as Jackson closed the door behind her. While it was similar to Olivia’s play room, Jackson’s had a more masculine touch to it and the items on the toy wall were higher up – more than likely to accommodate Jackson’s taller frame. Adorning the wall were several paddles which had her breath catching. She idly wondered which one he’d be using on her tonight during his class with Master Edward.
She hissed as a pair of hands cupped and squeezed her breasts from behind. Arching back against his solid frame she rode the wave of pleasure and tingling pain. Her nipples ached terribly from the piercings she’d had done for her Master while he’d been gone on his last trip.
“Is there something you forgot to tell me, ma peekôn?” His fingers slid across her breasts to brush over her nipples. She groaned softly. Even the lightest touch sent shards of pleasure and just a touch of agony through her.
“It was supposed to be a surprise for you, Sir.” She whimpered as he flicked the tips one more time before releasing her. She turned to face him.
“And what have I told you about surprising me, Rena?” He had his arms crossed over his chest and a stern expression on his face.
“That you love surprises, Sir?” She gave him a hopeful grin. “At least when it comes to this.” She gestured to their surroundings.
He tapped his fingers on the outside of his arm. “Strip, let me see if what I suspect is true.”
Toeing off her shoes, she kept her head lowered. “And what do you suspect, Sir?” Unzipping her jeans, she let them pool around her ankles before bending over to remove them. The sound smack to her pantie-covered ass sent thrills through her. She was tempted to wiggle her ass just to see if he’d slap her again. She whimpered as his fingers dug into her hips and she found her bottom pressed against an obviously erect cock. Bending over her, his lips brushed her ear.
“I suspect you did as I asked and had…” He freed one hand to tug at her nipple through the cloth of her shirt. “…these pierced for me.” He licked her ear. “Am I right, slave? Did you pierce your pretty little nipples for your Master?”
Her hissed ‘Yes’ was obscured by a rap on the door. “If you’re still agreeable to this, ma peekôn, finish stripping and present.” He released her and straightened before turning to answer the door. Rena’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. They’d talked long and hard about her joining Jackson during his next training session. He’d given her every opportunity to back out, to be a mere observer, but the idea of another couple watching as he mastered her body, had enflamed her to the point she’d be willing to beg for the pleasure if he asked.
With trembling hands, she yan
ked her jeans off her ankles, stripped her shirt and bra off, and let the cool air caress her healing nipples. It’d been two weeks since she’d had them done and while they weren’t completely healed - they were nearly there. And as long as Sir doesn’t tug too hard, we can have lots of fun with them. A fresh gush of juices trickled down, dampening the satin thong Jackson had said she could wear during his class until he removed it.
Comfortable in her flesh for the first time in nearly a year, she sank into the ‘at rest’ position, her palms face up against the tops of her splayed thighs. Tipping her head, she listened to the deep timber of Jackson’s voice as he conversed with another man, Master Edward she assumed. The heavy tread of footsteps as they approached told her Jackson and his visitor were close.
“Damn, she has exquisite form, Jackson.” The voice sounded a bit younger than her Master’s but Rena refused to look up. She was supposed to be showing how a good sub behaves during a scene, not corrupting Edward’s submissive with bratty behavior. She’d save the bratty stuff for when they were at home.
“That she does. And in time your Layla will have the same. It just takes practice. My Rena has been in the scene for nearly fifteen years and has perfected her form.” The pride in his tone melted her heart. “Rise, slave, I wish for you to demonstrate the correct form to Master Edward’s submissive. Show her how graceful you are, baby.”
Rising smoothly, she caught her first glimpse of Edward. He was tall, a few inches taller than her master, his dark hair pulled back in a short queue at the back of his neck. Like Jackson, he was wearing only his leathers, leaving his wide chest bare. Surprising, he only looked to be maybe a few years older than her Sir. His voice had been very misleading.
“Now, slave.”
Jackson’s bark brought her back to the task at hand. She met the eyes of the petite redhead who was still dressed in a summer weight tank dress which ended several inches above her knees. On her feet she wore a pair of strappy white sandals. But the piece de resistance was the bright red collar gracing the woman’s neck. Seeing it made her aware of her lack of one, but Rena pushed the thought out of her mind as she slowly sank back down to her knees, arranging her body back in the requested demonstration.
“Beautiful,” Master Edward reiterated, before turning his attention to his sub. “If it’s okay with Master Jackson, I’d like his sub to help you, slave. She can correct you faster than I can.”
Rena’s eyes widened in sheer surprise. She’d expected to be the one demonstrated on, not to be the teacher.
“Of course. Ma peekôn, rise and help Master Edward’s sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” She caught a glimpse of the pride on Jackson’s face as she went to the other sub.
* * * *
Standing to the side, Jackson watched as Rena instructed Layla in the correct form. Pride filled him knowing she was his. All that was left was to slip his collar around her slender throat. He’d been leery of pushing Rena too hard after her relationship with Louis, but he was drawing close to his personal limit. He wanted to see his mark at the hollow of her throat. To show all those around him Rena was his.
“Damn, I can’t believe how patient she is with Layla.” Lounging next to him, Edward was observing their subs just as closely as he was.
“She’s a gem,” Jackson agreed as Rena helped Layla through the graceful movement between standing and the present position. Layla’s form had improved drastically under Rena’s tutelage. “But I think it’s time to move onto the next part of our lesson.” He caught Edward’s eye. “Has your subbie racked up any punishments?”
Edward grinned. “Oh yes. Earlier this evening she protested the fact I wanted her to wear that particular dress tonight.” He raised his voice enough to catch their subs’ attentions. “For some reason, my slave has an issue with her body. It seems no matter how many times I tell her I love her curves, she tries to hide them from me.”
Across the room, Layla flushed. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Well, my sub has the opposite issue. She’s proud of her body. So proud in fact she went to a tattoo parlor and showed some strange man her breasts.”
Rena’s eyes narrowed, before she bowed her head. “You’re mistaken, Master. A woman pierced this slave’s nipples for her Master.”
Walking over to where the girls were kneeling, he lightly tapped the paddle on his outer thigh. “But you still allowed another to touch what belongs to me, slave. What do you think the punishment should be for that?”
Rena whimpered, the sound more aroused than distressed. It was obvious to everyone she wanted to play. “Twenty strokes, Sir.”
It took a considerable amount of control to keep the smile off his face. He loved his Rena was willing to play the naughty girl to his stern master. It had his dick pressing hard against the zipper of his leathers.
“And such a greedy little thing.” He turned to Edward. “What do you think, Master Edward, should I give her twenty?
Edward arched his brow. “I don’t know. Is she normally greedy when it comes to physical punishment? My little one can be. Especially if I have the ping pong paddle out.” Next to Rena, Layla moaned softly at the mention of her favorite toy.
“Hmm. Let me see?” Squatting down in front of Rena’s splayed legs, he shoved aside the edge of her thong and thrust two fingers inside of her. As he’d suspected she was wet, but managed to hold her form, even as his thumb rubbed over her clit. Finally he pulled his fingers free. Standing, he showed them to Edward. “I do believe she’s enjoying this. What do you think?”
Edward nodded. “Oh yes, she is.”
“Then I think it’s time we introduce our subs to the pillory.” He gestured to the two pillories set up side by side on the other side of the room, looking so much like medieval stockades, he wanted to shout. As one of his favorite pieces of BDSM equipment, he’d had many fantasies about seeing Rena in them. In preparation he’d had an extra pillory brought in especially for tonight’s session, and now he was glad he had. It’d have been torturous to see her in it and then have to give it up so Edward could practice what he had to show him.
“Crawl to the pillory, slave.” At his command, Rena rose gracefully to her knees and crawled with such sensual rocking movement to the pillory, Jackson was tempted to say screw the demonstration and fuck her where she crawled.
Once both of the girls were in position, Jackson went over the safety procedures with Edward as they each securely bound their submissive into the stocks; their hands in the holes provided, and their necks resting comfortably on the padded neck braces with their asses bare. Once they were secure, Edward and he stood back to take in the view.
“Damn, what a wonderful sight. I’ve dreamed of having my sub like this for months.” Jackson sighed, taking a closer step to the pillory. “Rena, what’s your safeword?”
“Aferro, Sir.”
“And what level are you at?” His voice was raspier than usual.
“Green, Sir.” She wiggled a bit, lifting her ass higher. He smacked her on the round globe of her ass.
“Good, now stand still you little slut, or there’ll be no punishment for you tonight.”
A startled cry left her. “I’ll be good, Sir. I promise.”
Jackson gave Edward a wink. “I know you will, or I’ll just leave you there after your punishment while I watch Master Edward fuck his sub.”
Her ass dropped back down into its original position. “I’ll behave, Sir. Please don’t leave me hanging here. I’ve missed my Master’s cock.”
He pursed his lips. “Really? Considering you just had my cock in your mouth yesterday, I wouldn’t think you’d have had the time to miss it.”
“Please, Sir.” Rena began to beg.
While it was sweet to his ears, he decided enough was enough. “Count off, slave. We’ll see how well you do. If you please me, perhaps I’ll fuck you in the stocks.”
“Yes, Sir.” Rena cried out.
Hauling his arm back, he gave her a sharp crack on
her ass, not giving her time to warm up. He waited for the resulting moan to judge if he’d been too rough, too fast. He got his answer fast enough.
“One, Sir,” she moaned happily.
“Good girl.” He allowed another to land on the left side of her ass.
“Two, Sir.”
It didn’t take him long to fall into a rhythm. Before he knew it, her punishment was over. Taking a step back, he admired the warm flesh of her ass with the shiny glare of pussy juice running down the inside of her thighs. Next to him, Edward seemed to be studying his work.
“See how wet she is, Edward. Rena loves the paddle – it gives her the release she needs from her formidable control. When I have her like this, she gives me everything - and for once forgets about her responsibilities and being the strong, capable woman society dictates. In fact, if I were to walk around to the front and ask her to suck my cock, she would without hesitation.”
“Please, Sir…let me suck your cock.” Rena was babbling, still skating on the edge of pleasure and pain.
“In a moment, slave.” He gestured to Edward. “Go ahead.” Stepping close to his slave, so he could observe, he thrust three fingers into her, pumping them hard. “Don’t come, slave do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir!” Rena moaned, her folds tugging delightfully on his fingers each time he withdrew.
It took some doing but he managed to split his attention between Rena’s cries and watching Edward with his sub. A few times he corrected the man as he came too close with his paddle to Layla’s kidneys. It was the longest ten minutes of his life. He was hard and aching like an abscessed tooth. He needed to be inside of his slave.
“Good job, Edward. You’ve reddened her ass quite well.”
Flushed with either exertion or his own desire, Edward’s chest heaved. “Thanks. But I gotta fuck her.” He tossed away the paddle he’d been using.
“Wait - check her level first. Make sure she’s ready, Edward.”