by Linzi Basset
“Is that a fact? Hmm, it seems my brother had something up his sleeve from day one with you.”
“Wait! Did you just say he’s been ignoring all the subs? Even while I was away in London?”
Jordan couldn’t help but feel elated. Especially since Jack had made it abundantly clear at the time that their relationship wouldn’t be exclusive. His actions didn’t seem to be that of a Dom engaging his desires with all the eager subs around.
“Yes. It was rather entertaining to watch him try not to upset the regular subs he used to play with,” Paige said tongue-in-cheek.
Jordan straightened her shoulders. “Hmmf, they clearly don’t seem to get the message.” She fiddled with her fingers as she looked around.
“They won’t be much longer. The meetings are usually no more than thirty minutes,” Lauren volunteered at the agitated look on Jordan’s face.
“What’s bothering you? You seem very edgy,” Samantha asked with a probing gaze.
“Look, I know I still have a lot to learn about the BDSM lifestyle.” Jordan’s hands fluttered in the air with their usual exuberance, aiding her articulation. “I get that a Dom’s main purpose is to care and protect his sub but … ahhh! I’m so frustrated. Jack treats me like a porcelain doll. He holds me in his arms every night, kisses me gently, and makes me feel special and cared for but hells bells, a woman needs more than that! Especially with such a hot, sexy hunk pressed against your ass all night long.”
The others laughed, having all experienced the same treatment at one time or another.
“We know the feeling. Believe me, when they get it in their heads that you’re vulnerable or have been hurt, they become anal in how they care for you.” Samantha rolled her eyes.
“I love that he cares, I really do. I even understand why he believes I need time to adjust, but considering the bastard didn’t actually rape me, and with Bruce’s help, I’ve completely overcome the emotional trauma I was drowned in for the past couple of weeks.” She smiled sadly. “Even Gideon’s death … I’ve accepted he’s gone, but I know he’ll always be alive in my heart.” She sighed and hunched her shoulders. “Now I’m doomed for celibacy it seems.”
Another bout of their mirth echoed to the rafters.
“Not if we can help it,” Lauren said with a wicked glimmer in her eyes.
Jordan’s face brightened. “What? Is there a potion or something I can give him?”
“Let’s rather go with the ‘or something,’” Joanne said. She pointed at Jordan’s breasts. “You’ve got the tools to make Jack drool, girl. Use them.”
Jordan glanced at her chest. Her breasts were pushed up enticingly from the tight purple and black corset she had paired with a pair of leather hot pants and black stilettos. She had dressed with the intent to look hot, sexy and seductive. The glow of heat in Jack’s gaze when she’d joined him in the living room before they’d left had been proof of her success, but apart from telling her she looked nice, he hadn’t seemed at all aroused by the effort.
“In case you haven’t realized it yet, Jack is a boob man. Push a pair of tits in his face and he turns to mush.” Joanne laughed at the expression on Jordan’s face as she remembered the bold action on the first day she’d arrived at his house—with Joanne and Max to bear witness!
Jordan glanced around. The club was abuzz with activities and filled to the brim with members.
“Are you saying I must take off my corset and walk around naked?” Her voice thinned at the thought. She still wasn’t comfortable with exhibitionism. Being naked during a scene in the dungeon was one thing. Walking around with jiggling boobs for everyone to see, was quite another.
“Come on, Jordan. Where is that bratty and brazen sub? Be daring.” Paige looked at Lauren. “Tell her what you did to get Keon’s attention.”
“I handed out favor cards to the Doms in the dungeon for exactly the same reason.” She laughed. “But it backfired—only a little, mind you—and to be honest, I didn’t mind the spanking that much. It was the perfect aphrodisiac for some explosive sex afterwards.”
“Okay.” Jordan’s mind was working a mile a minute but she came up blank. “I can’t think of anything. Come on! I need help. What do I do?”
“I have an idea,” Samantha said with a quirky smile.
The five women huddled close. Their tingling laughter drew many gazes their way but they were ignorant of the attention.
“Oh, fuckity-fuck, Jack is gonna whip my ass, but I don’t mind his punishments that much.” Jordan was all smiles as she got up. “Especially not if it means I get what I’m after.” She pointed at the four women who stood up to follow her toward the dungeon. “But you better get him here quickly before one of the Doms become over eager. I’m not risking Master Black’s rage for only a red ass tonight; it’s his hard cock I’m after.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Where are you going?” Jack asked Bruce as he ambled toward the door.
“To see what your five subs are up to,” he said over his shoulder.
Rhone, Keon, Ethan, Max, and Lance surged to their feet and rushed to the window.
“What are you talking about?” Keon rumbled when he didn’t notice Lauren anywhere in the Entertainment Room.
“Well, I have to ask myself what they’re up to when they disappear together into the dungeon.” He winked at Lance. “Especially dressed as hot as all of them are tonight. Who knows, maybe one of them is offering something kinky I might be interested in.”
“Don’t forget my sub is pregnant, Bruce. Keep your greedy paws off her,” Rhone bellowed after him, which drew surprised glances his way.
“I thought she moved out again, or did I miss something?” Richard asked with a confused frown between his brows.
“I went to fetch her before I came here … with all her clothes this time,” Rhone rasped, not in the least embarrassed by his admission.
“Well, well, whaddya know. Master Razor has finally seen the light. Hallelujah!” Max said with his arms raised to the ceiling.
“Yeah, don’t sing my praises too soon. I’m liable to fuck up many times more. It’s a miracle Samantha still believes in me.” Rhone ran his hand over his face, a gesture they’d come to associate with deep thoughts in progress. “But she means too much to me to keep fucking it up, so I better get my act straight … and soon.”
“Well, mate, admitting as much means you’ve won half the battle already,” Keon said. A sincere smile curved his lips. “For you, that’s a major step in the right direction.”
“Let’s get down there. I’m not that confident about having made up yet. She might still be slightly miffed at me and act out.”
Keon barked out a laugh. “Ace, defy the mighty Master Razor? I doubt it.”
“Now that she’s pregnant, she knows I won’t punish her, so she’s likely to push my buttons,” Rhone scoffed as they walked toward the staircase.
“Although I’m not worried about our pregnant subs, it’s the other two who should be concerned,” Max said, watching them leave.
“Paige better not be up to mischief. I wouldn’t want to remind her who her Dom is,” Ethan growled as he too stomped out of the office.
“Well, mate? Aren’t you going to see what your sub is up to?” Max goaded Jack who didn’t seem in any hurry to leave.
Jack’s shoulders lifted in an apathetic shrug. “I have no doubt Emerald is up to no good. She’s become brattier by the day for some reason.”
Max shook his head. “For a powerful Dom you’re kinda slow, Jack.”
“Am I?” Jack didn’t seem perturbed by the insult in the least. He selected a short-tailed flogger and nipple clamps from one of the drawers where Rhone stocked a variety of play tools.
“If she’s acting up it’s because you’re not giving her the kind of attention she craves,” Richard added his two pennies’ worth.
“And I suppose the two of you are gonna tell me what it is she’s after?” Jack bit. The set of magnetic nipple or
bs he’d chosen played a rhythmic jingle as he rolled them in his hand.
Max looked at Richard. “Me thinks Master Black has been playing with his sub. Gently coaxing her lusts with no intent of easing them. Am I right?”
“Jordan went through an ordeal, Max. I don’t want to push too hard too soon, so I’ve been watching and not seducing as you said, rather gently preparing her. I want her to tell me when she’s ready.” He chuckled. “I guess I should’ve realized the brat in her would demand it at the club rather than the house.”
“Yeah, and with the help of those other four sassy subs, who knows what they’ve come up with,” Max said.
“Which is why I’ll be entering the dungeon prepared.” Jack caught the clamps he’d tossed into the air in his palm. “Shall we?”
“Oh, indeed we shall,” Max taunted equally formal as they trailed after him.
Jack managed to surprise Jordan yet again … albeit pleasantly this time. He hadn’t come charging into the dungeon with all guns—or rather, whips—blazing like she’d expected. Oh, no, the mighty Master Black had sauntered in with a nondescript smile on his face. He hadn’t even raised an eyebrow when he’d noticed her naked torso on display, apart from giving her breasts a very thorough once-over before he went to slump against the wall.
To watch!
Jordan glanced toward Joanne who made big eyes at her and raised her shoulders. She too was stumped by Jack’s reaction.
Great! I should’ve known our plan would backfire on me.
“Do I take this to mean there’ll be no further sessions, Emerald?”
Jordan’s gaze was caught by the amused dark-gray ones of Bruce Rickett. She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. It was one thing to have a session with him in his posh office, but facing him with her naked boobs all perky and pointing at his chest was quite another. She could feel the heat surging to her face.
“I … er, not necessarily. I have a couple more scheduled,” she hedged.
Bruce’s gaze flickered over her shoulder. “You do know prodding a demon with a stick is never a good idea, my pet.”
“Well, he didn’t leave me much choice.” With her chin tilted back, she stared at him unflinching. “You’re the one who told me I needed to reach deep inside myself and find my strength. Well, he is it.”
Bruce’s chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Hmm, I suppose needing to be fucked could be defined as strength in some cultures.”
“Oh, lord! Is it that obvious?”
“Not to everyone, my pet, but you can be assured he knows what you’re after.”
She dared a sideways peek in Jack’s direction. He was still watching with the same half-lidded look.
“If he knows, why is he standing there and not doing something about it?”
“Because he enjoys watching your arousal even more.”
Jordan’s eyes widened. She blinked a view times. “Are you saying he’s going to allow this to continue and just watch?”
“Yes, and far be it for me to deny him the pleasure, so,” he fingered the piece of paper attached to her hot pants, “let me see what this note says.”
Jordan cringed in her skin, wanting nothing more than to run and hide, but her feet wouldn’t move. So far only the other Doms had acted on the invitation. Goliath was the first of the Senior Masters to approach her. Instinct warned her he wasn’t going to be the only one.
“I see you know exactly which of Master Black’s buttons to push. If there’s one thing he can’t resist, it’s breast play.”
Bruce flicked his fingers back and forth over her nipples until they grew taut before he pinched and tugged on them.
“I’m curious, Emerald. Do you have your Master’s permission to allow other men to touch these delectable morsels?” His gaze was glued on her nipples which were growing darker in color as he continued his ministrations by alternating painful pinches with gently rolling them between his fingers.
Jordan couldn’t hold back a moan. It was the one thing she’d been worried about while listening to Samantha’s suggestion. A quick glance in Jack’s direction confirmed what Bruce had said earlier. He stared at her breasts, watching with obvious enjoyment as Bruce continued to fondle them.
“Ohh!” she gasped and went on her toes when Bruce’s lips latched onto one nipple, sucking and pulling on the succulent nub with obvious relish. It had been so unexpected that she was completely unprepared for the surge of heat that flooded her loins.
“No answer? Then I guess you weighed the possibility of his reaction before you acted?” Bruce continued between flicks of his tongue over the distended nub.
“I … hmm, had hoped he would be lenient,” she said. Bruce was clearly an expert at arousing a woman with a variation of pain, teasing, and seduction. Every cell in her body screamed for more.
Bruce chuckled as he straightened. “You don’t know Jack very well if you believe that, my pet. You disobeyed the only rule he’d given you and, believe me, you’re one of the lucky ones. Most Doms have at least five. If you expect leniency in any form, I suggest you remove the open invitation and apologize to him before he has to put an end to your defiance.”
“It’s not defiance,” she protested. “It’s … I…” Her hands fluttered in the air.
“Yes, like most subs you believe your Dom has superpowers and can read minds. Here’s a tip for future reference, little one,” Bruce taunted with another flick of his finger over a nipple. “We’re not. We’re human beings, which is why communication in a D/s relationship is so important. If you want something from him, tell him. Believe me, it’s the quickest and least painful way to achieve results.”
Jordan peeked at Jack. He hadn’t moved from his position but she became aware of the swish of the strips against his leathers as he swung the flogger back and forth. She cringed.
“Do you think the punishment is going to be bad?”
“Depends.”
“On what?” she asked, mesmerized by the movement of the leather strips as it connected with Jack’s pants.
“On how you apologize.”
Jordan exhaled slowly as she dragged her eyes from Jack to peer at the big man who she had come to trust unconditionally over the past couple of days.
“Any tips?”
“Yeah. Do it sooner, rather than later.”
“Thanks for nothing, Master Goliath,” Jordan snipped. She ripped the piece of paper from her pants, crumbled it in her hand and stepped back from him.
“I guess your generosity has come to an end,” he chuckled. He winked at her. “You’ll be fine, Emerald. Just remember our discussion and believe in the trust you have in Jack. It’s all that matters.”
Jordan dragged in a deep breath. Her gaze was caught and held by the dark penetrating one of her Dom. She was mesmerized by the warmth she saw in them, even over the distance. It pulled at her and set her feet moving closer. She didn’t stop until the tips of her now sensitive nipples pressed against his hard chest.
Swish, snap! Swish, snap!
The sound of the flogger stripes hitting his leathers sounded ominous, loud, and a screaming reminder of why a sub should never disregard her Dom’s rules.
“Master Black, I … there’s something I need to tell you,” she lilted.
Jack’s gaze was inadvertently drawn to watch as the tip of her tongue licked the fullness of her lips and turned them into a glistening invitation. He tilted back her head to graze her inviting mouth with his fingers.
“So tempting,” he murmured. His head lowered to breach the small space between them. In the split second that followed, their breath mingled before his lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She offered blindly while he took freely and selfishly as they became lost in the moment, both starved for the hot surge of lust that swirled in the wake of the demanding caress.
Jordan pressed her softness against the warm, hard planes of his body. He ended the kiss with a sharp nip on her earlobe and smiled wickedly at the cry of pain tha
t exploded from her lips.
“I’m waiting, Emerald.” He pushed her back, still leaning in the same negligent slump against the wall.
Jordan cleared her throat. “I’m sorry for this.” Her hands fluttered to point behind her. She bit back the groan when Jack’s eyebrow cocked upward. She should’ve known he wouldn’t make it easy on her. “I didn’t mean to … I only wanted … shit!”
“Since when do you flounder about with words, sub? Might it be because you have deliberately disregarded the only rule I gave you?”
“In my defense, Sir, I had a very good reason for my actions.”
“I imagine in your opinion you did, but that’s beside the point, isn’t it, Emerald?”
She bored her toe into the floor but kept her eyes on him. “I suppose when you word it like that, the answer is yes.”
Swish, snap! Swish, snap!
“And what do you suppose that means, sub?”
Swish, snap! Swish, snap!
Jordan winced as the crack of the flogger sounded harsher with every swing.
“That I deserve to be punished.” Her eyes narrowed at the satisfied smirk on his face. She stamped her foot. His eyes dropped to her bouncing breasts. His cock twitched pleasantly in his pants. “But it’s not fair. “I need … if you had…”
Jordan glanced around, suddenly aware that they had become the center of attention. She might have been bold enough to tease the demon in him, but she wasn’t about to blurt out her sexual needs in front of the entire club.
The twitch of his lips warned her he was aware of her predicament. More so, he knew exactly why she had acted out. Her chin tilted an inch higher.
“I’m glad we at least agree on that, my pet.” He pushed away from the wall. “Don’t move,” he instructed as he started circling her. His finger trailed over her skin as he went. He pressed against her back and wrapped his hands around her waist. “Now, it would be remiss of me to allow such a blatant and disrespectful action to go unpunished. It would also set a very bad example to the other subs, wouldn’t you agree?”