by Sebastian Ex
“I was, but I’d like to enjoy a drink tonight.” Matthew smiles and kisses Ella again. “It seems my sperm are good.”
Petal squeals and it takes me a good few seconds to put together everything Matthew just said.
Nathan’s up in a heartbeat congratulating Matthew, and I follow as soon as it all registers.
“Can the girls congratulate your girl?” Nathan asks.
Matthew nods. “Petal, did you hear the good news?” I ask.
“Yes, Master. May I speak?”
“Of course.”
“I’m so happy for Ella, may I please get up and give her a hug?” I hear her voice break. She may be happy for Ella, but she’s also upset.
“Come here, Petal.” I tug her up by the hair and guide her to sit on my lap.
On the main stage in front of us, a Domme has her two male subs handcuffed to each other, back to back. There’s a double-ended dildo in each of the boy’s asses, and she’s walking around them, using a flogger on their stiff cocks.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Petal says as she settles on my lap.
Matthew and Nathan have both turned to give Penny and me privacy to talk.
“What are you sorry for, Petal?” I ask as I smooth her hair away from her face, and wipe the tears with my thumbs.
“I’m being selfish. Really, with all my heart I’m so happy for them, but I wish it was me who was pregnant. I can never have a baby, and it kills me to know I can’t. What upsets me most is when I see you with Jackson, I can see how great you’d be as a dad and I’ve taken that away from you.”
“You didn’t choose for this to happen. You didn’t want this.” I kiss her cheek and bring her in tight against me.
“I know, but if I hadn’t left, if I wasn’t so selfish, this wouldn’t have happened.” Her insecurities are creeping in again. But this is bound to happen, especially when she’s confronted with her best friends having babies.
“It’s not on you, Petal. He wasn’t a man. And he certainly wasn’t a Dom. Dominants are gentlemen first. They must have complete control over themselves before they can dominate anyone else. You put your trust in someone who was able to deceive you. He was able to deceive many, so don’t blame yourself. He was nothing more than a predator.”
“I know you forgive me, but I can’t seem to forgive myself,” she cries into her hands.
“Do you not trust me?” I ask. This makes her stops crying and look up at me. Her eyes are red and bloodshot and she looks so upset.
“With everything I am, I trust you.”
“Then answer me this question, Petal.”
She wipes the tears with the back of her hands and pulls in two large deep breaths to steady herself. “What is it, Master?”
“How does a blind person walk?” I ask.
Her eyes falls from mine, and she knits her eyebrows together. I watch as her body tenses, then relaxes as she thinks about the question I’ve asked her. A few moments go by, with nothing more than the moans of the two submissive boys on the stage. The sounds of the flogger hitting skin, and the demands from the boys’ Dominatrix are clearly heard.
“With one foot in front of the other, Master,” Petal says as she looks up at me.
“A blind person walks with confidence. Trust in yourself, and I’ll lead you the rest of the way.”
Petal buries her head into my chest, her body telling me she understands I’m not going anywhere. Her words are repeated, and it’s only two she keeps murmuring through the tears. “Sorry, Master.”
I hold my girl and I don’t let her go, because finally she understands.
Whether she’s by my feet, in my bed or by my side, Penny and I are meant to be together.
TWENTY-SEVEN
EPILOGUE
“I’ll check her and make sure she’s okay,” I say to Nathan as I walk around his St. Andrew’s cross, securing Petal to the restraints.
“Slave, crawl into the cage. Move onto your back. I want you to slide down so your legs are dangling through the bars, cunt flush to the bars so I have access to it.”
“Yes, Master,” Bianca says and crawls into the low profile black cage.
I watch as she does exactly as Nathan says, and also check on my girl. Petal’s wrists and ankles are comfortably restricted. “Color, Petal?”
“Green, Master,” she whispers.
She’s strapped with her back completely exposed. The cross is freestanding, however it’s securely mounted to the ceiling and the floor. Essentially it gives us access to all parts of her body.
“Good girl,” I say and kiss her on the mouth. Petal greedily takes my kiss, her mouth eager to have more of me. “Close your eyes.” She does and I slip a blindfold on over her eyes.
I walk back to the bag I bought with us, containing all the toys Nathan and I are going to use on her. I take them out, lining them up in order on the small table I’ve moved near the cross.
The room is warm, the girls are in place. “This cunt is beautiful,” Nathan says and I look over to him. He’s got a vibrator teasing his slave’s pussy. “Still,” he instructs her as he puts the tip inside her then takes it out. “Do you want to get her started?” Nathan says as he points toward Penny.
Running my hand down Petal’s back, her body shivers beneath my touch. A soft, exquisite sound passes from her lips as her shoulders shake with desire.
I lean in and kiss her on the base of her neck. My mouth takes a slow, torturous path as I lick then nip at her skin. “How’s my girl?” I ask, though it’s clear how much she’s enjoying the trace of warmth against her highly sensitive skin.
“Excellent, Master,” she sighs dreamily.
“You’re perfect like this. Absolutely gorgeous, waiting for your Master.” I pepper kisses down her spine. Petal’s response is charged with hunger as she tries to arch into my touch.
I massage her ass, kneading her cheeks one at a time. Gripping them forcefully, getting her ready for the pain she so desperately wants. The dangerous desire that overtakes her and holds her hostage until she can no longer fight the need to relinquish control to it.
I bring my hand down on her ass. It’s not a gentle spank; it’s hard. And it’ll sting. This is what her mind and body craves. This is the high she pursues so avidly. Right here, right now, she trusts me and Nathan to give her the endorphin high she needs.
As I continue to spank her, her ass reddens, and with every strike of my hand, Petal’s need increases. But we’re nowhere near finished with her. I sink a finger into her pussy, and like the wanton girl she is, she’s drenched and ready to take whatever else we want to give her. I take the paddle from the table, and standing to the side, I bring the paddle down on her prepared ass.
“Oh,” she groans. The sound is erotic and hot as hell. I bring the paddle down again on the other cheek. “Ohhh,” she moans again, but this time longer.
I bring the paddle down again and again. Petal’s writhing against the restraints, her head has fallen back as she twitches with every strike of the paddle.
“How’s my girl?” I whisper, taking time to lick her earlobe. I know she wants more, I can see it with how she’s reacting.
Moaning is heard from where Nathan is fucking his slave with the vibrator, but all I’m concentrating on is my Petal.
“So good, Master.”
When Petal answers, I snake my hand forward and pull her nipple. They’re mouthwateringly long, and ready for me to attach the hair pin clamps I’ve bought for her. They’ll hurt more than regular nipple clamps, but if pain is what my girl needs, pain is what I want to give to her.
As I begin to attach the clamps, Petal’s breath becomes ragged as she tries to haul air into her chest. “Relax,” I say as I lick and nibble at her nipples to make sure they’re prepared.
Once done, I get my cane from the table. From her ass all the way to above her knees I cane her. Softer to start, and I increase the pressure until her squirming tells me she’s ready for the whip.
I look to
Nathan and he nods to me. “Move back in the cage, slave. Watch as I use Sir’s girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” she says as she moves back so her body is entirely inside the cage.
“I’m going to do what I’ve been teaching you to do. For now, move over here, and watch how I stand, and how I flick my hand,” Nathan says to me.
He’s had me over a few times, getting used to the whip and how to crack it properly. I stand where he’s shown me, and he cracks the whip mid-air to start.
Petal’s response is instantaneous. She moans as her body yanks against the restraints. And he hasn’t even caressed her back with the cowhide.
“Ask her color,” Nathan says softly.
“Color, Petal?”
“Luscious green, Master.” I can’t help but smile at her answer.
I look to Nathan and nod. The first strike of the whip hits on her upper back.
“Ahhh,” she screams out in ecstasy. Her inner thigh is shiny with her pussy juice as it starts to run down toward the floor.
“Again,” I say to Nathan.
He lifts the whip, strikes again and the mark it leaves is instantly rising and making patterns on her.
“Ahhh,” Petal yelps louder. She’s fighting against the restraints, she’s wriggling and trying to close her legs to find the orgasm and high she needs.
I nod again to Nathan. The whip cracks in the middle of her back, the patterns are overlapping, the fifth is her undoing.
Her sounds are erotic, her cries are filled with fever. She’s desperate to come. “Please, Master,” she begs. “Please, please, I need to come,” she cries.
I shake my head at Nathan, and he lowers the whip. Her back is covered in beautiful red lines, a sprinkle of blood seeping. I don’t want to give her any more, but she wants it. She needs it.
I walk around the front of her and find her biting her lip as she anticipates the next strike of the whip. I look around and give Nathan another nod. The whip cuts through the air, the sound deafening, and the look Petal is giving is the sexiest I’ve ever seen her face.
The whip makes contact, Petal’s mouth falls open as her entire face finds peace. She’s teetering on the edge of subspace, she’s nearing her ultimate high.
“Do you need to come?” I whisper as I raise my hand to indicate to Nathan to allow the whip to kiss her back once more.
Upon contact she bellows, the tears already staining her pretty face. “Yes, Master, so badly. I’m beginning to float,” she says, her words long and drawn out.
I lift my hand once more. The whip cracking brilliantly, the passion so clear on Petal’s face. “I’ll let you come after you answer me,” I say.
“What, Master?” her voice is soft.
I lift my hand, and as the whip strikes her again, I lean in and whisper, “Marry me?”
“Yes!” she screams, her body convulsing, then becoming lax. Quickly I free my girl from the cross, and take her to the bed. Nestling against her, I kiss her.
She said yes.
Now it’s time for me to care for my Petal.
THE END
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There are a few people I need to thank, who’ve been amazing and incredibly helpful to me as I embark upon this crazy journey.
Let’s start with a lady who’s been incredibly loyal, so supportive and has believed in me from the moment she read my first book, Filthy Desire. Lee Ann, thank you. You’ve done more for me than you could imagine.
To my Sirens: Lee Ann, Diane, Natalie, Marina, Wendy, Aundrea and Melinda. We’re a small group, however you’ve proved the power we hold as a united group. Thank you ladies. The cover reveal was out of this world crazy, and all because of how hard you all worked for it. I appreciate everything you’ve all put in for me.
Onyx Club Ladies. Thank you, you’ve been fantastic, so supportive and every time I ask for a favor – each and every one of you has been kind enough to support me.
To my girls in BBR. Helen, Elizabeth, Kristi, Tracey and Cindy. Thank you ladies. I don’t think I’ve ever met a better group of ladies who’ve accepted me and helped me. Thank you.
Jesse Sesselman. What a phenomenal editor. Someone who works with me, and gets what I’m trying to say. Thank you for all your hard work.
To my beta readers. I won’t name you specifically because I’m greedy and don’t want anyone stealing you away from me. You know who you are. You do more for me than you can imagine.
To my proofreader. EV. Thank you.
Book Cover by Design. You seem to understand exactly what I want in a cover and do a phenomenal job.
And of course thank you, to everyone who’s taken the time to read Filthy Desire and now Dangerous Desire, I appreciate the support.
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