Going Deep (Divemasters Book 2)

by Jayne Rylon

  “Tosin, open the clubroom,” he barked at his friend before Tosin could disappear into his own luxurious cabin.

  “What?” The guy stopped mid-stride.

  “You heard me.” So had Sabine, if her renewed thrashing was any indication.

  “Are you sure?” his friend asked. “There won’t be any shutting that door again. For either of you, I think. Is this the right time for games?”

  “Who’s playing?” Miguel wondered. Not in a snarl or a roar, but in calm, collected tone that resonated with his conviction. Years of experience indulging his dominant side with ultra-willing women had taught him to trust his instincts. He knew what to do with Sabine.

  Their problem was that he’d held back when he shouldn’t have.

  He’d let their budding relationship—because it wasn’t some kind of experiment to him anymore—persuade him to change his ways. It wasn’t going to work like that. And she was becoming too important to risk alienating by withholding part of himself from her.

  Either she accepted all of him, fit as perfectly as he suspected she would, or there was no point in drawing out their eventual discord longer than necessary. They could have their fun, then go their separate ways.

  A heaviness sank through his guts as if he’d swallowed the ship’s main anchor.

  Tosin took one look at his expression and nodded curtly. He strode ahead and entered the code only three people on the ship shared. Then he held the door wide, and admitted Miguel and Sabine.

  “What—?” she gasped as she peeked around his waist. Even upside down there would be no mistaking the intent of the space. Heavy black leather furniture, maroon carpets and paint, and the massive selection of implements and BDSM equipment lit and exhibited like artwork made it pretty obvious how kinky the divemasters actually were.

  Surprise.

  How would Sabine take it?

  “I figure it’s a good sign that you’re not trying to run away.” Miguel lowered Sabine to the ground and slowly released her, hoping she didn’t bolt.

  She didn’t.

  Instead, she circumnavigated the clubroom, trailing her fingers along the nailheads on the edges of the bondage table before studying each of the assorted toys on display. He guessed she didn’t have experience with them. In true Sabine style, she embraced her inquisitiveness.

  “Well, I’m going to go ahead and assume you’re not vampires since I’ve seen you sunning yourself mostly naked before,” she said.

  Tosin cracked up at that. “It does sort of have that vibe in here, doesn’t it?”

  “That doesn’t mean we’re not frightening to someone who doesn’t understand what we like.” Miguel swallowed hard. The last thing he wanted was to scare her.

  “I’m always eager to learn.” She turned to him then. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

  Holy fuck.

  She. Was. Perfect.

  “Hell yes,” he rasped as he practically charged her, scooping her into his arms. When he crushed his mouth to hers this time, he kissed her with everything he had, shielding her from nothing.

  Instead of tensing, Sabine relaxed, allowing him to feast on her as he liked.

  Why had he waited to bring her here? She was made for this.

  For him.

  When he feared she might pass out from lack of oxygen, he separated their mouths, giving her a temporary reprieve. Through ragged inhalations, she asked, “Why do we need a chaperone?”

  Sabine peered over at Tosin, who’d made himself comfortable. The guy had already sunk into one of the giant wingback chairs, spread his legs wide, and slipped a hand inside the trunks he still wore after playing lifeguard on the ship’s evening swim. The other glided over his bare chest as he watched Miguel introduce Sabine to their lifestyle as if it were the most enthralling movie he’d ever seen.

  “Because, if you haven’t noticed, I sort of lose my shit around you,” he admitted. It was the least he could do given how vulnerable she might make herself to him tonight, if he was lucky. “Tosin is experienced. He’ll have a clear mind and won’t let anything happen to you.”

  “You’re protecting me?”

  “Of course,” he answered immediately.

  “I don’t need that kind of insurance.” She shook her head.

  Maybe he did, though. Just this one time.

  It didn’t take a shrink analyzing him to figure out that he craved control because of the uncertainty of his childhood. This was how he’d survived. How he’d learned to conquer his insecurity and harness his fears. Turning those negatives into positive energy that had the power to elevate his lovers’ experiences thrilled him over and over. With Sabine, though, the compulsion to imprint himself on her drove him to take her beyond the limits of his previous encounters.

  Which could be a problem for her, especially during this introduction to power exchanges. It went against every coping mechanism she’d used herself. He tried harder to explain. “I know you’ve been on your own most of your life. You’ve had to be in charge and look out for yourself. Never let your guard down.”

  She peeked up at him then, daring him to deny she’d done a good job of it.

  He wouldn’t take that from her. No, he respected the strength it had required. But he could give her a break. Lift some of the burden off her shoulders. “Tonight, that’s my job. I plan to do it very well. Focus every shred of my attention on that goal. The only thing you have to worry about is enjoying what I give you. Tosin will make sure we’re both able to do that fully. Sound good?”

  Sabine swallowed hard, then nodded. She asked, “Don’t I need some kind of safe word?”

  His brows raised. Maybe she wasn’t as inexperienced as he’d thought.

  “Hey, I read.” She shrugged, making him chuckle.

  “How about we keep it simple this time? Say stop, and I will. No questions asked. No hard feelings.” He couldn’t keep from touching her, running the backs of his knuckles over every bit of her exposed skin—her arms, her face, and especially the patch beside the necklace she’d inherited. It had always belonged there.

  Banks had been dead right about that.

  Sabine shivered, then nodded. Without being told, she pulled her sundress over her head and dropped it to the floor with a single seductive motion. A hissed curse came from Tosin’s direction when her plump tits and curvy waist were unveiled. Only a scrap of lace remained, covering her pretty pussy.

  Not for long.

  Ten

  “I’m going to choose the place,” Miguel informed Sabine as he stalked toward her, closing the gap between them, however insignificant it was.

  He pointed to a contraption they’d had specially made. It had been inspired by the hammocks they’d always had hanging around their bunkhouses, except this one had a far smaller chance of dumping someone out of it. Good thing, since a solid floor and not a sandy beach lay below it.

  “You’ll be bound to the sex net,” he told her.

  She didn’t object.

  “You’re going to pick some toys you’d like me to use on you while I have you there.” He grinned when she immediately looked toward the rack of nipple clamps. “See something you like?”

  Sabine nodded.

  “It does seem to make you come harder when I pinch them, or bite them.” He nuzzled her bare breast, nipping the tip.

  She shifted, rubbing her thighs together in response.

  So he strode to the display and selected a pair that would make for a mild introduction.

  “What else?” he asked, afraid to return to her side before collecting the rest of his gear. Otherwise, he might not find the willpower to abandon her again. He’d end up fucking her straight up, as he had the past several dozen times. At the end of the day, Sabine was enough for him, however she would take him.

  She bit her lip.

  “Can I make a suggestion?” Tosin asked her.

  Sabine blinked a few times as if she’d forgotten he was there. Then she nodded, suddenly shy.

 
; “Go for the rabbit fur flogger.” He pointed to one of the instruments Miguel would have steered her to himself.

  She nodded again. It thrilled Miguel that she trusted his friends nearly as much as she trusted him. That was critical if she was going to stay onboard after she’d finished her research.

  Miguel drew up short, realizing he’d started to assume that she would. What if she didn’t? What if she left to pursue her career or simply because—like he had so many times before—she felt it was time to move on?

  It was too soon for promises. But he officially made it his goal to persuade her to stay from that moment forward. He wasn’t ready to let her go and he doubted he would be any time soon.

  He took his time plucking the tool from its holder so that he could school his expression. Tonight was about her. This moment they shared. Nothing more.

  Before he could ask for another pick, she spoke up. “I liked what you did before.”

  Was that a blush spreading across her cheeks?

  “You mean when I spanked you?” he clarified, though he already knew that’s what she meant. Her pebbled nipples and parted lips didn’t lie. Especially not when coupled with the slumberous gaze she shot him. He knew it well after the nights they’d spent together lately.

  It had nothing to do with being sleepy and everything to do with being horny.

  “Yes.” She lifted her chin as if he’d think less of her for that. “I want something like that.”

  “Good girl.” He smiled, knowing exactly the right thing. Within seconds, he had his favorite leather slapper in his hand along with the fur and the clamps. Quite an assortment.

  Sabine was ready for this.

  So was he.

  Miguel strode to her, inspired when she didn’t flinch from his rapid approach. Topping a woman as strong as her would be a highlight of his sexual experience. He set his implements on a small shelf on the post at the head of the fuck net. Then he spun to face Sabine.

  He couldn’t resist sampling her lips before lifting her, settling her onto the wide mesh made of silk ropes. He rocked her a bit, letting her get the feel for the motion of her new resting place. When she sighed, he pounced.

  It only took him a few seconds to shackle her wrists to fur-lined cuffs. The restraints were attached to a bar fastened in the center to the post near her head. Then he did the same to her ankles, binding them to the matching bar on the pole by her feet. Spread wide before him, she was utterly at his mercy.

  To prove it to them both, he bunched her panties in his fists.

  “Not these, they’re my favorite,” she protested an instant before he ripped them from her as he had several other pairs lately. When would she learn it was better to go without around him?

  “He’ll buy you a dozen pair to replace them, sweetheart.” Tosin laughed, though his humor was mixed with a solid dose of appreciation. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of her pussy. Could he see the arousal glistening between her legs?

  Miguel bet he could.

  Too bad he wouldn’t get to smell it, or taste it, like Miguel would.

  Though he’d like to drag out this encounter, making it last the whole night—or an entire lifetime, for that matter—he knew Sabine would only have so much in her this first time. Already her pulse fluttered and her cheeks burned with desire. It would wear her out to be left in suspense too long.

  So he picked up the pace.

  Miguel pinched open the nipple clamps. He loosened them slightly before setting them in place. Both at once. Then he let go gradually, increasing the pressure around her nipples until they decorated Sabine’s spectacular tits better than a fistful of diamonds ever could.

  She arched into the sensation, setting herself in motion again.

  When the gentle swaying lulled her, Miguel moved forward. He took the flogger and dangled it above her, letting the falls dance over her in the barest of brushes. Along her collarbones and the upper swells of her breasts, he drew swirls that grew and grew until he covered most of her upper body.

  He dipped toward her ribs, grinning wickedly when the soft flogger tickled her and she jerked.

  “You can’t escape, lindeza.”

  She whimpered. The sound stiffened his cock impossibly. Soon he would give in to the need for contact on his aching shaft. Once he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking her madly. So he employed every scrap of patience he possessed.

  When Sabine had relaxed, used to the sensual slide of the fur over her skin, he flicked his wrist just so. The ends whipped against her belly, making her yelp and twitch. The motion made the clamps on her breasts sway. Each reaction fed another and soon she was squirming, practically begging him to take her further.

  So he did.

  Miguel leaned down to kiss her and whisper praise in her ear. “You’re doing so well, Sabine. You were made to be mine, weren’t you?”

  She hummed.

  He thought so, too.

  So he covered her with the second layer of the fuck net. She jerked as the ropes fell on her face and front. Before she could figure out what he was doing, he took hold of the rope sandwich she was the juicy meat of and flipped her over.

  The rotating hardware did its job. Both the bars her arms and legs were attached to and the double layer of netting spun like a propeller. Now she lay face down instead of face up, her spectacular ass on display, bared for whatever he chose to do to it. A spanking tonight. Fucking some other time.

  Miguel moved the unneeded top layer of the net out of the way for the moment.

  He figured it was time to suit up. It wouldn’t be long before the need to fuck her overwhelmed his good sense. Better to be prepared. But first…

  His clothes hit the floor in record time, leaving him standing naked before Sabine and Tosin, too, though his friend was fixated on the gorgeous girl between them.

  He took his cock in hand, wondering if it had ever been this painfully erect before in his life, and inched toward Sabine. He put one hand on her jaw and, using his thumb in the corner of her mouth, opened her lips so that he could guide himself inside the steaming paradise.

  She sucked without having to be told, treating him to the variety of amazing tricks she’d mastered over the past several weeks. Having a repeat lover did have its benefits, he’d realized.

  Miguel fisted his hands in her hair and held her still as he carefully thrust into her eager mouth.

  When it was pull out or come down her throat, he retreated.

  His teeth ground together as his body called him every sort of awful name it knew. It needed to come. In her. As soon as possible.

  Tosin must have been able to tell he was wavering on the edge of his control. He held up a fancy glass dish that held a few dozen rubbers. “You want a condom?”

  “Yes,” Miguel answered at the same time that Sabine shouted, “No!”

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  “I don’t want you to wear one.” She shook her head, about the only part of her she could move.

  “I won’t ever put you at risk.” He held his hand out and caught the foil packet Tosin tossed him despite her protests. “Not in this or anything else.”

  “I’m saying stop to this. Please. You promised you would. It doesn’t feel right in here.” Some of her calm eroded as she struggled to find the words to convince him though lust slowed the functioning of her brain cells. “I’m on birth control. And clean. Tell me you are too and let’s not put anything between us anymore.”

  He blinked. “You trust me that much?”

  “I wouldn’t have let you stick me to Spider-Man’s porno web here if I didn’t, would I?”

  Tosin tried to disguise his bark of laughter.

  Any other time, speaking to Miguel like that in the clubroom would earn her some extra swats with his slapper. Hell, it still might today. Except that deep down, he was glad. Overflowing with joy that she matched him here as well as elsewhere. He’d never been so relieved in his life.

  Miguel c
upped her cheek, letting his thumb caress her cheek in a gentle arc. “Okay, lindeza. If that’s what you want, you’re going to feel me in you. Bare. I’ll fill you with my come. Sear you with my release. Show you just how much it turns me on to see you like this.”

  “Yes.” She lifted her ass as best she could. “Fuck me. Please.”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something?” He took the slapper from the shelf and let her feel the cool leather on her ass for just a moment before he gave her the first swat.

  If it had slipped her mind, she remembered now.

  Sabine gasped. Then her ass rose again. So he repeated the gesture.

  He wasn’t counting his strokes, didn’t need to because he could clearly sense the shift in her. At first, she indulged him, playing a sexy game that turned her on too, if the increasing sweetness of her scent told the truth.

  She quickly moved beyond that stage and settled in, letting the repeated stinging blossom into something more meaningful than a mere form of entertainment, or a cheap thrill. The moment he’d put her over his shoulder in the laboratory, he knew this was what she needed.

  No longer was he going to let her keep her most intense reactions bottled inside.

  If venting was what she needed, he’d provide a safe outlet. One that would allow her to manage her stress. In a safe environment, he’d help her drain the poison from her system and replace it with rapture. A few more strokes and she’d be there.

  A sniffle came from her.

  Though his palms ached to rub her ass, soothe the inflammation, he knew that’s not what she needed. But Sabine was stubborn and he wasn’t sure she was ready for the pain it might take to set her free.

  One more. And then another.

  A sob escaped Sabine. Never once did she ask him to stop and he was reluctant to insult her by doing so now.

  “Miguel,” Tosin warned.

  “Not yet,” he replied. “She’s nearly there.”

  “Or it’s almost too much.” His friend spoke up, addressing Sabine directly. “Isn’t it?”

  She didn’t respond, lost in her own headspace.