by TL Reeve
“I believe AJ sees the monster, not the reasons,” Luca said. “She’s had things done to her in her past, things no child should have to go through. You know her childhood was shit.”
Murray nodded. “Fucked up is what it is. If the bastard hadn’t died in prison, I’d do it for her.”
“Don’t think you have to.” Luca chuckled. “Thomas would lead the charge.”
“True,” Murray agreed.
“Should we see how Jaq is doing?” Luca turned from the windows.
“Yeah, I think so.” Excitement replaced the worry twisting Murray’s insides. “A little fun won’t hurt us.”
“My point exactly.”
Jaqueline stared at the background she created for Madame Jacqueline. She’d written down everything from her favorite color to the way she’d hold a pen while she wrote. She could see the woman lurking in her subconscious as she built the Domme, but it was her finer qualities Jaqueline had a harder time with. How did the woman like to be addressed? What would she do if someone disrespected her? Jaqueline had a fiery temper when people pissed her off, but wouldn’t a Domme be cool, calm, and collected? She couldn’t rip someone’s head off if they said anything off-handed, right?
No, Madame Jacqueline had poise. She could cut a person down with her eyes. The woman used her expressions to perfection. Without saying a word, she could command a room. An excited bubble of energy built within her. Finally, she felt like she could be a part of the mission and contribute.
“Are you ready?” Luca asked, taking a seat beside her.
She glanced up at him. “Yes, I believe so.”
“Then, let’s begin.” Luca held his hand out to her. “I believe you know what your role is, Murray?”
He inclined his chin. “Yep. I’m ready when you are, Jaq.”
Luca smirked. “What would you like Murray to do first?”
What did she want him to do first? She thought about everything she and Murray had worked on before they'd accepted Luca's invitation. Didn’t Murray say something about a sub always presented themselves to their Dom or something like that? “P-present yourself, esclave.”
Murray jerked and smirked tugged at the corner of his mouth as he went to his knees before her. He bent his head and placed his hands palms up on his thighs. His legs were spread a few inches apart and Jaqueline hissed. She stepped forward and tapped the inside of his legs with her foot, opening him up to her gaze.
"I said present yourself, not half-ass it."
“Sorry, Madame Jacqueline,” he murmured, adjusting his position.
“I’m sure you are.” She circled him while running her fingers through his hair. The soft moan coming from Murray turned her on. The small dose of arousal also fueled her need to get all of it right. Jaqueline pulled his hair, forcing him to look up at her. His blue eyes had darkened with desire. “You’re overdressed.”
Humor sparked to life in his gaze adding to the yearning she’d seen there. “Yes, Madame.”
“Strip, esclave,” she said. “You have two minutes to present yourself properly to me or else.” She didn’t know what the or else would be, but she could get creative. It wasn’t like they weren’t in a den of iniquity.
"Yes, Madame." Murray removed his shirt, revealing his defined chest and abs. Around his neck was a set of dog tags, drawing her attention to the tattoo over his heart. Hannah. He loved his sister as much as she loved Christian.
She pushed thought out of her mind for the moment and continued her appreciation of his body. He didn’t have much chest hair, but he did have a strip of darker hair that went from below his belly button, past the hem of his pants. Speaking of his jeans, he stood and opened his pants. She remembered what he said about not caring, but she also worried he wouldn’t be comfortable with Luca in the room.
Murray proved Jaqueline wrong. He kicked off his boots then yanked his pants off and folded them. His tapered waist gave way to thick thighs, showcasing his impressive package. Even semi-hard, Murray was big. Once he placed his pants next to his shirt, he went to his knees once more.
Jaqueline swallowed her tongue.
She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was glorious. The juxtaposition between the hacker and the sub, even though he was Dom, had been a little jarring. She saw Murray as a nerd. A guy who knew everything about the digital world, but this guy, this submissive side of Murray, even if it was make-believe... She didn't know how to handle him. How did she put this part of him back in the bottle after seeing him laid bare for hers and his pleasure?
“What will you do with this fine specimen, Madame Jacqueline?”
Luca’s question jolted her out of her thoughts. “Uh...” She didn’t know. She’d been so entranced by his body and the way his muscles twitched under her scrutiny; she hadn’t even thought about what she’d be doing to him.
Luca joined her. “Want some help?”
She deflated. “Yes, please.”
"Compliment his body, take another turn around him and think about what you'd like to do to him so you both have fun. Also, don't forget to ask him about his safe word. He needs one. If you want my opinion, keep it simple.”
“Simple?”
He nodded. “There is a scale. Murray gave you his safe word at the club. Do you remember?”
She blinked. “Red, I think?”
Luca grinned. “Perfecto. Green, yellow, and red is a scale used the most in and out of a club setting. Green means the sub is fine and enjoying themselves. Yellow means to slow down, things are getting intense and the person might be at their limit. Red means stop all together. Something has happened. Either the play took a turn in a direction where the sub was no longer having fun or the Dom has hurt their submissive in a way that isn't playing, but abuse. It could also mean the sub is at their limit or needs time to catch their breath like a break. When a sub calls out red or their safe word, you stop immediately, got it? That is one of the biggest rules you never break, understand?”
“I do,” she said.
“Then you may begin.”
She did as Luca said.
Jaqueline dragged her fingernails over his chest and along his back as she circled him. His eyes closed and a soft sigh passed his lips. “You have an exquisite body, esclave.”
“Thank you, Madame.”
“So polite.” She hummed in appreciation. “You’re welcome.” As the seconds ticked away, the shaky indecision slipped from her and the Jacqueline she built with her imagination took over, touching and complimenting Murray as she took in her fill of him. “I believe I should reward you with a little roleplay.”
Murray sucked in a breath. “Roleplay?”
When they entered the space, she noticed Murray stared at the medical chair spotlighted by a single recessed overhead fixture. There were so many ways she could play with him there. From doing a full-body exam to masturbation and spanking. Yes, she wanted him on that table immediately. "Yes. How about Doctor and patient."
Luca snorted. “I believe I have all the tools you’ll need. Excuse me.” Luca left their side and strolled over to the cabinets lining the wall next to the small bar.
“Doctor?” Murray glanced up at her. “I like it, Madame Jacqueline.”
She scrapped her nail over his nipple and grinned. "Good. Because even if you didn't, we'd still be doing it." Murray's eyes widened and she worried she'd gone too far. “Did I do that wrong?” She broke character to be sure she hadn’t crossed some line she wasn’t supposed to.
“Fuck no,” Murray said. “My dick is as hard as a rock. You got me on pins and needles waiting to see what you’ve got in store for me.” He touched her then. “We’ll use red like the other night, but I know we won’t need it.”
Relief surged through her. “Perfecto, stand. Wait for me at the medical table and I will be there momentarily.”
“Yes, Madame,” Murray murmured.
Jaqueline joined Luca at the cabinets as he was gathering a tray filled with different implements and toys. T
he man seemed to scrutinize everything he pulled out, including the lube he had in his hand. She didn’t even know what half the stuff was or how to use it. “What is all this?”
“Toys.” Luca pointed at the objects laid out. “Clamps, cock rings, fleshlight, condoms, and this little toy” —He held up a slim purple stick with a curved egg-shaped tip— “is called a prostate stimulator.” He grabbed another instrument and placed it on the tray. “This is a wand.”
“Looks like a massager,” she said.
The devilish gleam in the man’s eyes sparked something inside her as well. “It is. But, it’s so much more. You’ll see.” Luca closed the door on the cabinet then picked up the tray and started for where Murray had been kneeling.
The tingle of excitement coursing through her intensified seeing him so open to her. She could understand why he liked being a Dom, it was heady and powerful, even if it wasn’t who she was. She held her hand out to him. “Stand, esclave.”
Murray took her hand for balance momentarily and did as she asked. He kept his head bent and this time, he placed his hands behind back, allowing her full access to his body when he was upright. She palmed his cock and squeezed. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was hard. Holding him was like having a thick rod of steel in her hand. “Do you remember the safe word you gave me?”
“Red,” Murray said.
“Good.” She began stroking him.
A rough groan fell from his lips. His head fell back, exposing the length of his neck. With each pump of her hand, the pink blush tinging his chest deepened to a light shade of crimson. His lips were parted, and his breath came in soft pants. She did this to him. She aroused him. The game they played aroused him and her. Her heart pounded and her body ached for him to touch her, yet she persisted on. This was for her to learn, not for her pleasure, even if it affected her. Jaqueline released him then and took a step back to gather herself and tamp down on the liquid bliss sliding through her veins.
“If you don’t mind,” Luca said, “I wish to watch your session with this submissive.”
“I believe we’d both enjoy it,” she said.
“Excellent.” Luca squeezed her shoulder, before leaning in. “I have prepared everything for you.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
He then pointed to the two small black straps at the head of the table. “Restraints. Remember, not too tight and not too loose.”
“Got it.” She glanced at Murray. “Up on the table. The doctor is in.”
For someone who'd never stepped into the role of a dominant and didn't have a dominant bone in her body, Jaqueline commanded the area she was in. He was grateful for Luca's guidance because as much as he wanted to tell her what to do, he too had a role to fulfill—the submissive. Murray climbed up onto the table as Jaqueline requested and lifted his hands above him. One of the things that ruined his deep-dive into the submissive world was his inability to let go. To give up his control to his Mistress at the time, even if it was all to get a glimpse into a submissives world.
With Jaqueline, he didn’t have the same hesitations. He could give her what she needed and what, he too, needed to learn. To allow someone, other than himself, to care for him. Murray snorted to himself. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever let anyone do that—care for him. He’d been the one to comfort and tend to others.
Her fingers trembled as she wrapped the velcro breakaway restraints around his wrists. Murray stared at her the whole time, gauging her state of mind. He might be playing the part, but he also wouldn’t allow her to harm herself because she wasn’t ready. He’d rather Luca, as much as it sucked ass, take over and become the Dom for Jaqueline.
“You’ve got this, Madame,” he whispered.
Jaqueline tensed then let out a breath chuckle. “Of course, I do, esclave.” She pinned him with one her snarky yet intimidating as fuck glares. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and not speak until spoken to or am I going to have to gag you.”
A spark of arousal spread through him like a current of electricity, sensitizing his body. Holy fuck, she was amazing. He settled back as she continued to work and when she tapped his legs and pointed to the stirrups, he placed his feet into them. Another bolt of excitement caused him to shudder. Jaqueline had put him into one of the most compromised and exposed positions he’d ever been placed in.
Murray wondered if she'd thought about this, while she talked to Luca or if she'd been doing everything on the fly because, for someone who didn't understand what was happening, she sure did have a firm grasp of it. Anticipation curled through his gut. His dick throbbed and his balls ached. Hell, even his nipples were hard, something that didn't happen too often. He watched her through heavy-lidded eyes as she walked back to where Luca left the tray. Jaqueline stared at the items before grabbing the fleshlight and the wand.
In a way he was relieved she didn't grab the prostate stimulator. He'd shoot his load too quickly. It'd been one of the reasons why he didn't like his ass touched. He wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination, however, the idea he could get off quick and harder, left him a bit self-conscious. It was stupid. However, it was a medium limit until he could get over his issues. Until then, she could own the rest of his body as long as she continued to touch him.
When she stepped back over to him, she placed the wand by his hip then held up the fleshlight. “Today we’re going to be doing an external exam.” She slipped the device over his cock with one stroke. His back came off the table and shout of pleasure passed his lips. Fuck, she could have warned him. He laughed to himself. No, he wouldn’t have warned a sub. Then she ran her fingers over his chest.
“Oh!” Luca crossed to Jaqueline carrying a stethoscope. “You forgot this, Doctor.” He winked at her before resuming his position in the chair across from them.
She glanced over her shoulder. “What kind of doctor would I be without the proper equipment?”
“A sexy as fuck, Doctor,” Murray said.
She snapped her attention to him and arched a brow. "Did I ask you, esclave?”
He shook his head. “No, Madame.”
“No, I didn’t.” She wrapped the stethoscope around her neck then walked over the table. “These look painful.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her picking up the clover clamps Luca put on the tray. His dick jerked at the idea of Jaqueline using them on him. Later, he’d thank him and knock the hell out of Luca for placing those with the items she could use. They hurt like a bitch.
“You have to prep his nipples, Jaqueline,” Luca said. “Do you understand what I mean?”
“I-I think so,” she whispered.
“Good.”
She came to his left side first and bent her head. She shook, the metal chain connecting the clamps jingled as she tentatively ran her tongue over his nipple. He groaned and pulled against the restraint holding him in place. He wanted to wrap her ponytail around his fist and keep her right there. It was if an imaginary thread was connected from his nipple to his cock and an image of her sucking his dick filled his head. Again, her tongue went across his nipple and fire arced across his flesh. She drew the hardening point into her mouth and Murray arched to her. It felt amazing. His toes curled. His ass clenched. When she placed the clamp on his nipple, pain bloomed in the knot of nerves, overriding the bliss consuming him. He grimaced trying to control the string of curses sitting on the tip of his tongue. Whenever he told a sub to work through it and breathe, their sobs and pleadings only enhanced the experience for him. Now, he understood the looks thrown in his direction. Yet, the longer the clip stayed attached to him, the pain slipped away and bloomed into a combination of pain and pleasure. She came around to his right side and began once more on the right nipple, lulling him as she licked and suck on his bead until she placed the clamp.
He tugged at the restraints. His breath came in harsh pants. She watched him like a hawk, worry filling her beautiful chocolate-colored. “I’m good, Madame. They�
��re the worst clamps to use.”
Luca chuckled.
“Laugh it up, asshole. I hope some sadistic submissive turns the table on you and puts them on your balls,” Murray grumbled.
“How do you know one hasn’t already?”
Murray rolled his eyes. “Kinky asshole.”
Luca laughed. “I am.”
“Now, let’s check your heart,” Jaqueline said. “Since I wasn’t able to before.”
She removed the stethoscope from around her neck and placed it in her ears. She put the small round disk on his chest and Murray hissed. It was cold metal on his overly warm flesh. He hated that shit even when he had to do physical exams for the military. No one ever warmed them up. She stared up at him and he grinned. His heart was pounding from not knowing from one minute to the next what she’d do to him.
“Strong,” she said. “Let’s see if we could make it go a little faster.” She removed the medical instrument from her ears and put it around her neck then went to the foot of the table.
“Yes, Madame.”
Jaqueline grabbed the fleshlight she’d already placed over his cock and began working the cylinder at a steady pace. While she’d been teasing his nipples, he’d forgotten about the torture device holding his cock in a vise. The deliberate stride stimulated him, while not getting him to the point he’d blow.
“Very good, esclave,” she murmured. “But, I believe you can take more.”
She grabbed the wand still resting next to his hip, and turned it on. The rod vibrated to life and Murray sucked in a breath. Jaqueline went through each setting then settled on one. She placed it right against his taint and nuts and holy fuck. He squirmed and cried out. It was too much. He shuddered and bucked in the restraints. His eyes were squeezed closed tight. He couldn’t describe it. Between her jerking him off and the vibrations in the wand he went from 0-60 in three seconds.
“Madame,” he whimpered. “Please.”
“Where are you, esclave?”